A Cubicle

A regular comes into the bar, wearing a three-piece suit, I say, wow!  Had a meeting, run late? He says, yeah. I go, you know, I want a job where I have an office. With a door. And a nice big window. And a secretary, that says, I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting right now. Where can I get one of those?

He says, I dunno. I work in a cubicle.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s