Well, nearly everybody is *somebody's* colleague
Years ago, my girlfriend worked in NHS admin in the same office as her mum. This was back when she lived at home with her folks in Wigan. I've heard many stories of a colleague of theirs called Stacey, who I've never actually met. Tenuous link to the topic, I know.

This girl Stacey was staring out of the window one day, and asked "so... who makes the bird nests?"
Silence, I imagine, followed.
"Birds make them, you donk" said my gf, probably.
"Naah, you're having me on - it must be the council or something yeah?" They could neither convince her that birds made nests, nor unconvince her that there weren't people going round thatching nests and putting them up trees.

Another time, she was late home from work (driving from the hospital in Wigan to her home Preston) so her boyfriend called her mobile.
"Where are you, oh ditzy one?" he might well have said.
Turns out she had missed the exit on the M6 for Preston, but assured him she would be home soon.

Several hours pass. The boyfriend calls again.
"Where are you?" he asks.
"Glasgow" she replies.
"Why the hell are you in Glasgow?"
"Because I missed my exit! I thought I'd just keep going - the motorway's bound to come back round to the start eventually."
(leviticus no longer likes the cut of your gib on, Fri 4 Mar 2011, 10:43, Reply)