A few years ago I worked as a Postman in Leeds while I was studying for a degree with The Open University. Before going out on delivery, we had to spend a couple of hours indoors sorting the mail into the right order. It was a lively and boisterous atmosphere most mornings.
Amongst my fine colleagues were two other Pete's. There was Big Pete (that's me), Little Pete and Scottish Pete. This little tale is about Scottish Pete, who despite having lived in England for many years, retained a thick Scottish accent to go with his razor-sharp wit.
One morning Scottish Pete had a rather nasty cold and whilst we were sorting mail he was unable to prevent himself letting out an enormous sneeze.
From the other side of the room, one of our colleagues shouted, "Oh, that's a week off!" He was suggesting that Scottish Pete might want to consider taking some sick leave.
"No it isn't," countered Scottish Pete in a totally dead-pan voice. "It's a big sneeze."
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