Mrs Fries Tries Another Job

Frazzled more than dazzled by her new employer, Mrs. Fries. This weird job she had taken was worse than her last four tries. She could not believe they were progressively rude and unkind. The plausibility of this possibility had never entered her mind. The boss, an arrogant man, with a concrete crocodile smile. Would have been surprised to know she had his number already. His charming manner he could easily increase up and down by dial. Name of Frederick Pomp Peaburger Junior; we called him Freddy. He dialed up the dial, and pretended to be suave, debonair and quick. In actuality, this moron was a Mama’s Boy, arrogant, irritating and slick. Fries figured this pouting banana out before lunch that very first day. He was okay seconds until his mouth and his mind got in his own way. So, Mrs. Fries was on to another job hunt, I think this was seventy-two. The company fill apart, because Daddy died, and junior was no glue. The Mama’s boy’s pout got bigger and longer every single solitary day. Mrs. Fries did not have to see it, for she was squirrelled safely away.