A Small Blue Case
| mr. hall: | I left a suitcase on the train to London the other day. |
| attendant: | Can you describe it, sir? |
| mr. hall: | It's a small blue case and it's got a zip. There's a label on the handle with my name and address on it. |
| attendant: | Is this case yours? |
| mr. hall: | No, that's not mine. |
| attendant: | What about this one? This one's got a label. |
| mr. hall: | Let me see it. |
| attendant: | What's your name and address? |
| mr. hall: | David Hall, 83, Bridge Street. |
| attendant: | That's right. D. N. Hall, 83, Bridge Street. |
| attendant: | Three pounds fifty pence, please. |
| mr. hall: | Here you are. |
| attendant: | Thank you. |
| mr. hall: | Hey! |
| attendant: | What's the matter? |
| mr. hall: | This case doesn't belong to me! You've given me the wrong case! |