Post by sweetpea on Jul 15, 2021 22:31:35 GMT
Monday my grandad went to the High Street cobblers to collect his shoes.
The cobbler said. ''When did you drop them in mate?''
Grandad said. ''Wednesday, March the 10th, 1949.''
The Cobbler said. "You're having a laugh, mate.
This shop has changed hands 17 times and we don't keep records anyway.
Where's your ticket?''
Grandad opened his wallet and produced the ticket in perfect condition.
The cobbler can't believe it, but went down the cellar stairs and searched an hour for the shoes.
He came back up the stairs all covered in cobwebs with a pair of shoes and said to grandad.
''Are these them?'
Grandad says ''Yes!'' all excited.
The cobbler said ''They'll be ready Friday!''
The cobbler said. ''When did you drop them in mate?''
Grandad said. ''Wednesday, March the 10th, 1949.''
The Cobbler said. "You're having a laugh, mate.
This shop has changed hands 17 times and we don't keep records anyway.
Where's your ticket?''
Grandad opened his wallet and produced the ticket in perfect condition.
The cobbler can't believe it, but went down the cellar stairs and searched an hour for the shoes.
He came back up the stairs all covered in cobwebs with a pair of shoes and said to grandad.
''Are these them?'
Grandad says ''Yes!'' all excited.
The cobbler said ''They'll be ready Friday!''
