Schizophrenic Voices?

Last weekend I headed up to Manchester very early, stopping to fill the car up with fuel at my local petrol station. It was just past 7.15am and I was the only person on the forecourt.

As I was stood there filling the car, I swore that I could hear voices in my mind. I even turned round at one point to see who was there, only to find nobody there at all. I went back to filling the car, watching in horror as the total went up alarmingly, whilst the litres dawdled slowly upwards. Again, I could hear voices behind me, chatting away. At this point I has started to get a little concerned. Had I not actually woken up, but was dreaming instead? Had I crossed into some sort of twilight zone? Was I on the verge of some kind of breakdown? I then realised that the garage had inadvertently left their tannoy on and I was hearing a conversation that the two staff members were having inside the garage.

I wandered in to pay and pointed out that their tannoy was on. We had a laugh that they were only talking about mundane garage chatter, rather then their conquests in the pub last night or something equally embarrassing