Neither does Southern Rail. Know what's up, that is. I honestly can't say which is worse - the squalid, decrepit slam doors or the new rolling stock where the doors fail to open just about every other day?
Anyway.
Ring ring.
"Que?"
"Hello, this is (insert name of large supermarket) 'phoning about your job interview?"
"Que?"
"This is (inols)" Is that (insert common Spanish name)?"
"Que?"
"Look, this is (inols)"
"Agency?"
"No,
not agency, (inols). Is that (icSn)?"
"Que?"
"Oh, fcuk this"
And that, dear friends, is how the
second-choice applicant got the job.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:43 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
