.PatAndre

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I'm late with this but have been under the weather as many of you know. I have a story to tell you about this owd geezer. When I was "over there", Bob was trying to get a part time job. Here's what happened: Bob goes for a job interview in an office. The interviewer starts with the basics. "So, Sir, can you tell us your age, please?" Bob counts carefully on his fingers for half a minute before replying "Ehhhh... 67!" The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. "And can you tell me your height, please?" Owd Bob stands up and produces a measuring tape from his pants pocket. He then traps one end under his foot and extends the tape to the top of his head. He checks the measurement and announces "Five foot 8!" This isn't looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics; something that owd Bob won't have to count, measure, or lookup. "Just to confirm for our records, your name please?" The Owd Sodd bobs his head from side to side for about ten seconds, mouthing something silently to himself, before replying, “Bob!" The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks - "What in the world were you doing when I asked you your name?" "Ohhhh, that!" replies owd Bob... " I was just running through that song - 'Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear...' "