Frustration - What's My Line? - Jan 9th
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section7mfuI initially didn't have anything for this week's WML, but then I spent an age trying to get through security when I rang my bank. As a result, this non-story was born
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Illya Kuryakin entered the office he shared with Napoleon Solo, and found the man gently banging his head on the desk, while holding the phone to his ear. The Russian remained silent as he sat down at his desk, though he made sure to make enough noise for Napoleon to know he was there. After a couple of minutes, Solo stopped banging his head and spoke into the receiver.
“All I need to know is why my account is frozen.”
This caused Illya to raise a quizzical eyebrow. Napoleon looked over to him and mouthed the word ‘idiots’.
“Listen, I’ve spoken to four different people over twenty minutes, and no-one seems to know what is going on. Is Mr Keegan still the manager? . . . .Then I wish to speak to him, immediately.”
While he waited for the call to be put through, he explained the situation to Illya.
“I was calling my bank to make sure a cheque I sent had been paid out. They are apparently unable to tell me because my account has been moved to a locked file.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to go to your bank in person?” Illya asked. “I’m sure Mr Waverly is not going to be pleased about the length and cost of your phone call.”
Before Napoleon cold reply, he was put through to his bank manager.
“Hello, Mr Keegan. . . .Yes, I’m definitely Napoleon Solo. . . .Really?. . . . No, I’ve been out of the country. I’m often out of the country, as the people at your bank are aware. . . .You’ve got to be kidding! . . . . Okay, I have to call in tomorrow anyway, expect me first thing. . . .Can’t someone else authorise it? . . . .Fine, the day after tomorrow then.”
He slammed the phone down in frustration and ran a hand through his hair.
“What’s the problem, my friend?”
“Apparently, while we’ve been in Argentina, my bank has been trying to contact me over a discrepancy with the cheque,” Napoleon explained. “I made Aunt Amy my secondary contact, because I’m away so often, but she was also out of the country. As a result, they’ve frozen my account until I go in and prove I’m still alive.”
Illya tried not to laugh at his unfortunate friend.
“If your bank manager had seen the state you were in when we returned from Argentina, it would have been a debateable point.”
Solo scowled as his partner, not finding the situation remotely funny.
“It gets worse,” Solo continued. “I’ve got a date tomorrow night, and I was going to withdraw the cash for it tomorrow. Unfortunately, Mr Keegan isn’t available tomorrow, and no-one else can authorise me.”
Illya had a sudden realisation of where the conversation was heading.
“I’ve got to get to the labs,” he said hurriedly, as he made to leave. “There’s an experiment which requires my attention.”
“I don’t need much,” Napoleon pleaded. “Just enough for dinner, dancing and a cab.”
Kuryakin sighed. There was no point in running from the American, as he would just follow him. He pulled out his money clip and handed a few bills over.
“One day, I’m going to re-call all the money you owe me,” he warned. “It should be enough to buy myself a new car by now.”
“Don’t worry, Tovarisch. As soon as I get access to my own money, I’ll pay back everything.”
Illya rolled his eyes, knowing full well that it wouldn’t happen.
The end.
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Illya Kuryakin entered the office he shared with Napoleon Solo, and found the man gently banging his head on the desk, while holding the phone to his ear. The Russian remained silent as he sat down at his desk, though he made sure to make enough noise for Napoleon to know he was there. After a couple of minutes, Solo stopped banging his head and spoke into the receiver.
“All I need to know is why my account is frozen.”
This caused Illya to raise a quizzical eyebrow. Napoleon looked over to him and mouthed the word ‘idiots’.
“Listen, I’ve spoken to four different people over twenty minutes, and no-one seems to know what is going on. Is Mr Keegan still the manager? . . . .Then I wish to speak to him, immediately.”
While he waited for the call to be put through, he explained the situation to Illya.
“I was calling my bank to make sure a cheque I sent had been paid out. They are apparently unable to tell me because my account has been moved to a locked file.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to go to your bank in person?” Illya asked. “I’m sure Mr Waverly is not going to be pleased about the length and cost of your phone call.”
Before Napoleon cold reply, he was put through to his bank manager.
“Hello, Mr Keegan. . . .Yes, I’m definitely Napoleon Solo. . . .Really?. . . . No, I’ve been out of the country. I’m often out of the country, as the people at your bank are aware. . . .You’ve got to be kidding! . . . . Okay, I have to call in tomorrow anyway, expect me first thing. . . .Can’t someone else authorise it? . . . .Fine, the day after tomorrow then.”
He slammed the phone down in frustration and ran a hand through his hair.
“What’s the problem, my friend?”
“Apparently, while we’ve been in Argentina, my bank has been trying to contact me over a discrepancy with the cheque,” Napoleon explained. “I made Aunt Amy my secondary contact, because I’m away so often, but she was also out of the country. As a result, they’ve frozen my account until I go in and prove I’m still alive.”
Illya tried not to laugh at his unfortunate friend.
“If your bank manager had seen the state you were in when we returned from Argentina, it would have been a debateable point.”
Solo scowled as his partner, not finding the situation remotely funny.
“It gets worse,” Solo continued. “I’ve got a date tomorrow night, and I was going to withdraw the cash for it tomorrow. Unfortunately, Mr Keegan isn’t available tomorrow, and no-one else can authorise me.”
Illya had a sudden realisation of where the conversation was heading.
“I’ve got to get to the labs,” he said hurriedly, as he made to leave. “There’s an experiment which requires my attention.”
“I don’t need much,” Napoleon pleaded. “Just enough for dinner, dancing and a cab.”
Kuryakin sighed. There was no point in running from the American, as he would just follow him. He pulled out his money clip and handed a few bills over.
“One day, I’m going to re-call all the money you owe me,” he warned. “It should be enough to buy myself a new car by now.”
“Don’t worry, Tovarisch. As soon as I get access to my own money, I’ll pay back everything.”
Illya rolled his eyes, knowing full well that it wouldn’t happen.
The end.
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Date: 2015-01-10 01:36 pm (UTC)At least Napoleon got to speak to humans from the outset. Not that it helped him much.