"Is that the Google Earth office?"
"It is indeed, Sir. How may I help you?"
"You have fucking done it again!"
"I beg your pardon, Sir? Done what?"
"You have fucking photographed my garden again without warning me first."
"Sorry about that, Sir. What seems to be the problem?"
"The problem is that my wife's underwear is hanging out there on the clothesline for the whole fucking world to see."
"Ah! We wondered what that was here in the office. My money was on a windsock, though there's no sign of an airfield."
"Very fucking funny! It's bad enough when she wanders around the house in her underwear without the whole fucking world having a laugh. I want you to send your airplane or your drone or whatever the fuck it is and take another photograph."
"Sir. We don't use aircraft or drones. We use photographs from satellites."
"Yes Sir. Satellites are orbiting Earth taking photographs from space and we use those."
"Do you mean to say that my wife's bloomers are visible from Outer Space?"
"Indeed Sir. Your wife's underwear joins the Great Wall of China as being the only man made items to be visible from Outer Space with the naked eye. You should be proud, Sir?"
"Sweet sufferin' Jayzus! This isn't funny. When are you next sending your fucking satellite over here?"
"Search me" said the man from Google with a giggle.