Salesman

[Rondy]

A motorist was pulled in for speeding on the M1 by traffic cops and asked to give his name and address.

"My name is William Walter Wankin-Brake and I am the Sales Manager for the Bigger Ball, Better Ball, Ball-bearing Company from Bungay in Suffolk," he replied.

"Come along Sir," answered the traffic cop, "this is no time to be silly. What's your name and address?"

With that, the motorist pulled out his business card, which confirmed that he was indeed William Walter Wankin-Brake from the Bigger Ball, Better Ball, Ball-bearing Company in Bungay, Suffolk.

After writing out a speeding ticket the traffic cop then returned to his station and gave his copy of the ticket to the desk seargent, who took one look at it and said, with a pained expression, "Somebody's 'avin me on 'ere, I'm going to check this out."

With that he picked up the telephone and dialled the number that had been given to his colleague. "Is that the Bigger Ball, Better Ball, Ball-bearing Company from Bungay in Suffolk?"

"Yes," was the reply. "My name is Clare. How can I help you?"

"Have you got a Wankin-Brake at your place?" asked the desk sergeant.

"*** break? You're bleedin' jokin'!" exclaimed the receptionist. "The boss is that tight, we don't even get a tea break!"

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