I’ll drive you to the shopping centre, Sandy’s grandma offered <br />Sandy gladly accepted the proposition her gran proffered <br />“I’ll just wait in the car”, said gran, “while you go in and inquire <br />About a job in those shops, surely someone will hire” <br /> <br />Nervously Sandy entered the big supermarket and walked through <br />Until a wooden shutter labelled “Office” came into view <br />Tentatively she knocked and up it was raised <br />Revealing a lady who looked in the midst of her menstrual phase <br /> <br />“Excuse me but I was wondering if you had any positions” <br />“No we don’t.” Down came the shutter, end of her mission. <br />Reluctantly she tried the smaller shops without any success <br />And returned to her gran in the car, rather distressed <br /> <br />“I didn’t get a job”, she sadly explained, feeling low <br />“Well I got you an interview at the supermarket”, her gran crowed <br />“But I knocked on the shutter and told no jobs, by a lady quite cross” <br />“Oh I walked straight past that and searched for the boss <br /> <br />And chatted to him about Bob, my son, your uncle, who delivered bread <br />To this supermarket, daily”, was what her gran said <br />And it was obvious that her grandmother was a real pro <br />Because she knew that sometimes it was all about who you know <br /> <br />(Sydney, Australia - 2007)<br /><br />Alessandra Liverani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-job-humour/
