Encounters with Royalty
My good friend Jonathan once had to entertain the Queen whilst she had her portrait painted. The night before he was panicking as he didn't know any clean jokes.
Have you met someone royal? Are you royal? We'd like your story...
( , Thu 3 Aug 2006, 15:06)
My good friend Jonathan once had to entertain the Queen whilst she had her portrait painted. The night before he was panicking as he didn't know any clean jokes.
Have you met someone royal? Are you royal? We'd like your story...
( , Thu 3 Aug 2006, 15:06)
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Mistaken Identity
My dad used to work as a gardener for a local hotel. One day he bought a plant from a large garden centre and when he came to plant it he found it had a disease.
So he calls up the garden centre and gets though to some jobsworth tart who is both rude and uninterested. She refuses to give him a refund or exhange until the plant is examined. She asks for his address. My dad gives the address of the hotel - Rogerthorpe Manor.
The woman seems impressed by this and asks for the name. Thinking she meant the name of the plant, my dad replied 'Lady Betty Balfour'.
The woman's tone changed completely. She apologised profusely for the now undoubtedly diseased plant, offered not only an exchange but a refund, and reassured him that her Ladyship was welcome any time to peruse their fine selection of gardenware. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth my dad readily agrees to return it 'on her behalf'.
He had been mistaken for an Aristocrat's flunky.
( , Fri 4 Aug 2006, 10:01, Reply)
My dad used to work as a gardener for a local hotel. One day he bought a plant from a large garden centre and when he came to plant it he found it had a disease.
So he calls up the garden centre and gets though to some jobsworth tart who is both rude and uninterested. She refuses to give him a refund or exhange until the plant is examined. She asks for his address. My dad gives the address of the hotel - Rogerthorpe Manor.
The woman seems impressed by this and asks for the name. Thinking she meant the name of the plant, my dad replied 'Lady Betty Balfour'.
The woman's tone changed completely. She apologised profusely for the now undoubtedly diseased plant, offered not only an exchange but a refund, and reassured him that her Ladyship was welcome any time to peruse their fine selection of gardenware. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth my dad readily agrees to return it 'on her behalf'.
He had been mistaken for an Aristocrat's flunky.
( , Fri 4 Aug 2006, 10:01, Reply)
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