We all hate going to work on Mondays, but in a way most of us are fortunate. For example, on the way in to work today, I passed a van labelled “Sparkles mobile dog wash.”
Just imagine what that job must involve. It’s a job which means driving all over the place to wash dirty dogs. Imagine leaning over the tub, bog-brush in hand, trying to clean the backside of some unfamiliar poodle, while the vicious little bugger tries to bite you. “Look, he likes you!” squeals the silly owner, as you wrestle with her rottweiler, trying not to lose any fingers.
It makes you wonder what kind of alternatives the school careers advice were suggesting to him.
On the positive side, he must be the only man for whom an armoured cod-piece is a legitimate tax-deductible expense.