Overheard by Sam

The serenity of a sunny Friday afternoon in work is shattered by a screeching alarm. The whole office stops, trying to figure out what kind of car could possibly be making that sound (turns out it was a Securicor van shouting for someone to call the police, which was wholly ignored as the office workers lining the street chose to hang out the windows and gawp) and someone goes, just as the office falls silent:

“What the hell is that? It sounds like a seagull being raped.”