Picture this. Big office building. Lots of spaces. Overgrown bushes hiding a reserved for Director of xyx sign.
So I park up and go inside to talk about ways of helping the area retain jobs and create more, etc. The usual thing I do.
Then I come out and this is placed under my windscreen wiper on a flourescent card.
How long did it take you peering out of your window to realise my car wasn't your bosses? And I did use 'the car park'. It's all a car park. Maybe you meant to say would I please use a different space so your fat Director hasn't got so far to walk to the front door next time..
Jobs-worth. You wanna hope I am able to create those jobs if you lose yours.
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