Friday, September 16, 2016
King’s English
Too much physical work and not
enough showers. And in comes this Brit!
enough showers. And in comes this Brit!
Saville Fuckin Row!
-Lost?
-Oxford accent, rolled umbrella! Hired him
on the spot!
-In what capacity?
-None.
-What did he do?
-Nothing.
-All for Class?
-Looked and sounded so nice! Civilized.
-Well, he must’ve had SOME talent!
-Like in the Bible, kept it under a basket?
--All that money paid to…!
-Just five years. Then we retired him
with as much pomp as General Macarthur!
-Good riddance!--to the Brit, not Douglas.
-I miss him!
-However could you…?”
-No talent and no work: where’s the threat?
Labels: appearance, British, class, decorum, Douglas Macarthur, manners, Saville Row, workplace
