My Take: ‘I keep a knockin’ but I can’t get out’
Still in a fluster or sorts, he indicated that he urgently needed to see a man about a dog, and shuffled off.
There’s a great old song, belted out by Dave Edmunds in his youthful prime back in the early 70s, with the third line that goes like this: I hear you knocking, but you can’t come in.
Dave’s going on about an ex-girlfriend it seems, but to be honest, in some of the music videos he and his gang don’t seem too heart-broken.
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Nearly five decades later, a credit assessor from Durban paid a work visit to a chicken feed mill in the South Coast farming area of Izotsha.
He was late, having gotten lost in the great sprawling metropolis of Umtentweni.
Still in a fluster or sorts, he indicated that he urgently needed to see a man about a dog, and shuffled off.
He’d been occupied for a while, when the office staff heard some rattling around, pushing and shoving and the occasional grunt coming from the very nearby toilet.
“And now?” one wondered.
Turns out that, shortly after conducting his business he had tried to unlock the door but broke the key in the process.
Eventually, he yelled out to get someone’s attention.
The mill manager replied, “we hear you knocking, but we can’t come in”.
“In fact, we can’t even get some coffee to you while we figure out what to do.”
What was certain was that if there was a spare key, no one knew where it was.
A staff member, who could possibly pass for a taller, significantly more slender Chuck Norris, had a go at bashing down the door but failed.
One of the big hitters was called in. His ‘skop’ kind of resembled a Bruce Lee special and the door smashed open, the tiny toilet cubicle relinquishing its hold on its prisoner.
The credit assessor smiled with embarrassed relief: “My wife’s been waiting in the car but she is never going to believe this, you’ll have to tell her!”
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