Decommissioned

We're recruiting now - proclaimed an army poster on the side of a bus.

So I went to the local offices and presented myself. I'm 60 years old and a recluse and I need a job. The woman behind the front desk - she looked very young, but in reality I was just very old - peered from over the top of her glasses and said:

Oh no, that advert's from last year. We're not recruiting at the moment. That's the problem with bus adverts, they never remove them when they're out of date. They stay there until someone else books the space and they come along and paste a new advert on. 

I hadn't considered that, but it made sense. You see films advertised that came out two years ago and you think, well that's not showing on any of the screens at my local cinema.

So maybe the next step was to go to the bus depot and see if they had a vacancy for someone to remove all the out of date posters from the side of their buses. But then again, I didn't care for heights. So maybe it wasn't the job for me. 

 


 

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