Part-Time Job


“Tell the manager
I can’t play tomorrow.
I’ve got to work.
No, I can’t get out of it!
It’s my shift, there’s nobody else available.
Why don’t you play left back?
We’d probably do better with you there than in goals!
Ha ha!
Anybody would do a better job than you.
Anyway, tell him I’ll be at the match next week.
Bye!”

I don’t think I like him any more.
The money has gone to his head.

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