I’ll drive you to the shopping centre, Sandy’s grandma offered Sandy gladly accepted the proposition her gran proffered “I’ll just wait in the car”, said gran, “while you go in and inquire About a job in those shops, surely someone will hire”
Nervously Sandy entered the big supermarket and walked through Until a wooden shutter labelled “Office” came into view Tentatively she knocked and up it was raised Revealing a lady who looked in the midst of her menstrual phase
“Excuse me but I was wondering if you had any positions” “No we don’t.” Down came the shutter, end of her mission. Reluctantly she tried the smaller shops without any success And returned to her gran in the car, rather distressed
“I didn’t get a job”, she sadly explained, feeling low “Well I got you an interview at the supermarket”, her gran crowed “But I knocked on the shutter and told no jobs, by a lady quite cross” “Oh I walked straight past that and searched for the boss
And chatted to him about Bob, my son, your uncle, who delivered bread To this supermarket, daily”, was what her gran said And it was obvious that her grandmother was a real pro Because she knew that sometimes it was all about who you know