Two men were chatting in the pub.
“Why is your face so gloomy?” - asked one.
“I am fed up with my job” - answered his companion.
“What is it that you do for a living?”
“I am responsible for the washrooms at the Sports Hall.”
“Is the salary so bad?”
“It is not the money, it is the people. Every evening I clean the damn place, until it is spick-and-span, put in clean towels, fresh toilet paper and every morning it looks like a pigsty. No consideration at all!”
“And how long have you been doing this job?”
“30 years.”
“Then why don’t you just quit it?”
“What! And abandon the glamour of the sports-world?”
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