Post-Modern

I've just collected the post from reception and handed it to The Boss. It's worth mentioning, as a complete aside, that The Boss does not trust me to open the mail by myself. I mean, I can see why. Obviously.

Anyway.

The Boss, head down in the post : "Head office are getting very stingy with the haulage."

Here's me : "Uh, what?"

The Boss : "There's no haulage on this."

Here's me : "On what?"

The Boss : "This stamp."

Here's me : "Uh, you lost me round about 'head office'?"

The Boss : "There's no haulage on this envelope."

Here's me : "Are you telling me there's no postage on the envelope?"

The Boss : "That's what I said."

I need another holiday already.