Kenny and Nicky decide to leave their jobs at the whisky bond on Islay to look for work in London. They meet with an employment counsellor on Friday afternoon. Kenny goes into the office first, and emerges twenty minutes later with a smile on his face.
'How'd it go?' says Nicky.
'Great,' says Kenny. 'He said I'd have no problem getting work. I have three interviews Monday.'
Encouraged, Nicky goes into the office and sits down.
'What kind of work are you looking for?' says the counsellor.
'I'm a peat-cutter,' says Nicky.
'Well,' frowns the counsellor, 'I'm afraid there's very little call for peat-cutters in London.'
Nicky scratches his head. 'Kenny says you told him he'd have no trouble getting work.'
'Your friend told me he's a pilot,' answers the counsellor.
'Well, sure,' says Nicky. 'But if I dinnae cut it, how will he pile it?'
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