Lisa's Choice
The shoemaker crept out of his hiding place and approached the elf foreman. “Excuse me, my good elf, I’m grateful your elves make shoes for me overnight, but do they have to be so messy? Why don’t they put my tools away and clear up any grease on the floor. And why do they need nuts and bolts?”
With hands on hips, the elf foreman replied, “Look mate, how d’you expect an elf to keep a wife and kids on what you pay?”
“Pay? I don’t pay you…”
“Exactly, mate. So, we’re moonlighting; fixing bicycles to make a living wage.”
With hands on hips, the elf foreman replied, “Look mate, how d’you expect an elf to keep a wife and kids on what you pay?”
“Pay? I don’t pay you…”
“Exactly, mate. So, we’re moonlighting; fixing bicycles to make a living wage.”
