Trumpet blower

There is a 70 year old client who comes to the company regularly. He is my colleague's client. Let's call him TB (trumpet blower) for short.

TB was an english teacher. He is now retired with quite a bit of money at his disposal.
So here he comes and open 3 trading accounts with 3 different dealers in my company.

The reason i get so annoyed with TB is the purpose of him opening 3 trading accounts.

A usual day will start with TB coming to our company to visit dealerOne, spending 2 hours to blow his own trumpet. Then proceeding to dealerTwo, to re-blow his own trumpet for another 2 hours. Gets a bit thirsty, goes for tea. Following which, he will come back and blow his trumpet again to dealerThree.

I know he is lonely but he drives me nuts.

Imagine hearing him boast about himself repeatedly.

TB will write some poetic prose which he will claim that nowadays, very few could appreciate lest understand. Then he will proceed to ask dealerOne to photocopy 10 copies to be given out.

As dealerOne speaks to TB, he will proceed to correct dealerOne's good English to British Queen's English. TB will also lead you in a conversation that ends with you knowing that he stays in a landed property behind Orchard Road.

Everyday, after 2 hours of trumpet blowing, TB will ask dealerOne if it is OK for him to take dealerOne's newspaper. Something which cost RM1.20 (less than S$0.60).

Analysing human psychology is cool. But listening to a trumpet-blowing miser isn't.