Saturday, April 14, 2012
Eating your Phil
My friend, a plasterer by trade, had been working in a large private house for two days without being offered so much as a cup of tea. But his luck changed on the third day when the lady of the house called out from the kitchen "Philip, there's a cup of tea and sandwich on the table for you. I have to go out for a while". My friend finished his job,went into the kitchen and started munching. All of the sudden, he found himself face to face with astonished young son son of the house,peering at him from the doorway. "Is your name Philip?" he asked. My friend nodded. "So's mine".
Posted by Katrina Marie at 2:21 AM