My first "real" job (with a wage packet at the end of the week)
was in a furniture store as a "junior salesman" or as I later found out really meant "dogsbody"
Anyway, I had the "long stand" "glass hammers", "Tartan paint" all the usual old chestnuts. But as a (fairly) streetwise 16 year old i had heard them all before and never fell for any of them.
until one day the head sales guy told me there was a letter for me in the office, and it was from France.
off I went into our office full of young ladies, and asked was there a letter for me there from France? A few blank looks and the secretary said no, there was not and it was about that point when it clicked.

a letter from France

a French letter.

Bugger.

There I stood 16 years old and had just asked a room full of young ladies had they a French letter for me.


3 months later the place got fire-bombed and that was the end if that job.
( TBL I posted this on, Thu 10 May 2007, 17:38, Reply)