In just about any pub in England, around teatime, I guarantee you can hear a conversation like this:
Anyway, I turned around to him and told him I’ve only got one pair of hands and he turn around to me and told me I need to be more organised. So I turned around to him and said that there’s too much workload for me and he turned around to me and told me the door’s over there. Then I turned around to him and told him to stick his job up his arse.
All this turning around, surely they must be dizzy by now.