Tall Order

Today the president asked me to work in the marketing department (in addition to everything else). Sensing my disinterest, he also offered me a pay-rise, an extra teacher and the promise of four air-conditioners.

I offered him a smirk, a shake of the head, and a wagging finger delivered with a line about not telling porky pies to people with a brain.

He laughed.

I didn't.

But then I seldom laugh these days.