Monday, 6 April 2009

I looked at the table she was trying to sell me. It was very nice, and I was tempted.
"And Sir, it's made of genuine misogyny!" The Sales assistant chirped cheerfully.
"Don't you mean Mahogany?" I asked tentatively.
"What she means mate, is that she'll put the kettle on while the men discuss business. Isn't that right love?"
I bought the table. Sure, its opinions were out-of-date, but you don't get many talking tables.

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