We got a new dictaphone at work today. The part time typist who comes in evenings is not a happy man. As he arrives, people ignore him. People are excited about the dictaphone. They are testing it to see if it understands different Indian accents, throwing in bad imitations of British and Australian accents for good measure. The typist is throwing dirty looks in their general direction. He quietly goes to his computer and channels his discontentment into a game of solitaire.
A while later, one person comes to the typist and asks him to type while he dictates. The person is chewing paan and is trying not to stain his white shirt as he dictates the petition. The typist snorts. He says with a huff ‘Do you think your dictaphone can understand you now?’