PROF AND FUEL
A professor drove into a petrol
station in his sleek state of the art range rover sports to buy fuel.
Professor: Guy abeg, give me full
tank.
Fuel Attendant: Sir, I don’t speak
pidgin. I only speak English.
Professor: Ok! Good morning. I
currently feel a profound desire to
replenish the propelling of my motorized automobile. Therefore I
cordially request you to transfer from your subterranean reservoir a sufficient quantity of the combustible fluid of the highest octane rating to fill the appropriate receptacle of the said means of perambulation to the brim.
Fuel Attendant: Oga na play I dey play o, how
much fuel you wan?
replenish the propelling of my motorized automobile. Therefore I
cordially request you to transfer from your subterranean reservoir a sufficient quantity of the combustible fluid of the highest octane rating to fill the appropriate receptacle of the said means of perambulation to the brim.
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