Pleb: "That's great, really great!"
Me: "What is?"
Pleb: "That was the hospital on the phone. Looks like I will not be leaving early today because guess what, the machines broke! That's just great!"
Me: "I don't understand why you're annoyed? I think it's really professional that they rang you to let you know, you could have driven all the way out there to be turned away."
Pleb: "Mutter, mutter, mutter."
No wonder the Aussie's call us whinging poms.