So last night I was discussing some strategic management issues with my fabulous deputy, Kitty L’Amour.
A shadow fell over us and we looked up to see Jez, The Mighty R standing next to my desk, holding an open black folder and a pen.
“I’ve already started writing the ticket – it’s not my problem, love!”
Kitty and I stared at each other, confused and a little frightened. Just as I opened my mouth to ask what the fuck he was talking about, he continued (quite forcefully), “Just pay the fine and appeal later.”
Turns out he wanted to be a traffic warden for the day.
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