2009 (178)
Bob tells his wife Susan that he lost his job. Susan suggests that he start his own business.
Susan: What’s the matter, dear?
Bob: Susan, I got canned today at work.
Susan: But Bob, you were Peter’s right-hand man.
Bob: Yes, he stabbed me in the back.
Susan: Keep your chin up. Maybe he’ll change his mind and take you back.
Bob: When pigs fly! Once he makes up his mind, he never changes it back. Besides, I told him off.
Susan: Look on the bright side. You won’t have to set eyes on Peter ever again.
Bob: Thank goodness for that!
Susan: Hang in there. I am sure you won’t be out of work for long.
Bob: In the meantime, we will have to live from hand to mouth.
Susan: Don’t get too stressed out, Bob. We’ll make ends meet.
Bob: I can always get a job at McDonald’s as a last resort.
Susan: I don’t think they are hiring right now.
Bob: If worse comes to worst. We can sell our home and move into a tent.
Susan: Let’s think big. Maybe you can start your own business.
Bob: Easier said than done.
