Heard on the PA system in the Waitrose Supermarket in Cirencester.
'Will the family of a little boy named Percy please come to the reception desk?'
I'm afraid I was forced to add,
'And explain to us why you have given this child of the twenty-first century such an awful name'
(with apologies to all Percies everywhere)
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3 comments:
omg that is too funny! lmao!
When he grows up, he could work as a quality control inspector in a ceramics factory making vitreous enamel sanitary ware. He would then be able to point at the porcelain.
Very droll, Peter.
Thanks, Kate, it made me laugh at the time and you don't get many laughs in the produce aisle, amongst the sprouts and onions.
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