I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Patents Pending.
I went to the Patent Office yesterday to register some inventions.
The lady at the main desk pulled out a form.
She wrote down my personal info and then asked me what I had invented.
I said, "well, a folding bottle, to start with"
She said, "OK. And what have you called your folding bottle?"
"A Fottle", I replied.
"What else have you invented?" she queried.
"A folding carton", I said.
"And what have you called that?" she replied.
"A Farton", I confirmed.
She sniggered and said, "Those are silly names and one of them sounds
a bit crude."
I was so upset that I walked out without telling her about my folding bucket.
I confess. I did not write this.
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
ReplyDeleteTo whoever did . . .
:D :D
ReplyDeletethanks to whoever!!
Pretty good!almost as good as the Laurel and Hardy vid!
ReplyDeleteStrange as it may seem, I do own a folding bucket.
ReplyDeleteBut no fottles. Most cartons can be folded.
Brilliant!
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