Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. Hello, yes? Yes, that’s right. Yes. You’ll ‘ave to speak up, there’s an awful lot of noise in ‘ere. What? No, I only do the bar in the evenings. It’s Yvonne who does lunch, and Jim, he’s the landlord. No, I wasn’t on. What? You’ll have to speak up. What? No, don’t know anything about no raffle. What? No, don’t know nothing about it. ‘Old on, I’ll call Jim. The barmaid put her hand over the receiver and called over the noisy bar. ‘Ere, Jim, bloke on the phone says something about he’s won a raffle. He keeps on saying it’s ticket 37 and he’s won. No, there was a guy in the pub here won, shouted back the barman. He says ‘ave we got the ticket. Well how can he think he’s won if he hasn’t even got a ticket? Jim says ‘ow can you think you’ve won if you’ aven’t even got the ticket. What? She put her hand over the receiver again. Jim, ‘e keeps effing and blinding at me. Says there’s a number on the ticket. Course there was a number on the ticket, it was a bloody raffle ticket wasn’t it? ‘E says ‘e means its a telephone number on the ticket. Put the phone down and serve the bloody customers, will you? 铃铃铃...... 铃铃铃...... 铃铃铃...... “您好？是的，没错。是的。您得大点声，这儿吵得要命。什么？ “不，我在酒吧只值晚班。伊冯是在午饭时间当班，还有吉姆，他是房东。不，我还没当班。啥？ “您得大点声。 “啥？不，根本就不知道彩票的事儿。什么？ “不，根本就不知道。等等别挂，我去叫吉姆。” 那个吧台女招待把手捂在听筒上然后在喧闹的吧台喊道： “呃，吉姆，有个电话里的家伙说他赢了个什么彩票。他不停地说是37号彩票，是他赢的。” “不，是这儿酒馆的一个小子赢的。”吧主吼道。 “他问我们有没有留着票。” “好吧，他连票都没有怎么会认为自己赢了呢？” “吉姆说你连票都没有怎么会认为自己赢了呢。啥？” 她再一次捂住了听筒。 “吉姆，他一直在对我乱叫。说什么票上会有号码。” “那票上当然会有号码，那不就是张该死的彩票么？” “他说那张彩票上有个电话号码。” “把电话撂下然后开始他妈的伺候顾客，成吗？”
