Ruminations of a meandering mind

We talk of timing in sport. In cricket, having a good timing is sheer brilliance. Its a gift. In my office, the cubicles are arranged to house four people and each of us have our own telephones( we humans have never shown any affinity to share anything anyways), so I just wondered how it would be if all our phones start and end ringing at precisely the same moment( i mean if it has to end at the same time it would mean each of the occupants of the cubicle should lift the phones at the same time). That would be timing at its best that no sport would match. There would eight good timers here :-). The first four probably sat at different corners of the world and decided that it was as good a time as any to ring the inhabitants of the cubicle in the first place and four of the insipid( brought to life) creatures would spring into action and lift the insipid telephones and say "Hello". After our individual calls, we go about our work as usual of course, since the timing was so perfect that none of us heard the other phones ringing because the rings sounded as if it orginated from your own phones. Now we have twelve good timers here( 4 new lifeless additions to the art of good timing) :-)