Canned Cane

I've been working on marketing stuff and found a few sites to list on - one brought me a client the other day.....just in from abroad who wanted to cane me...well what a fucking waste of time.... I'm not a morning person but had got up, showered, dressed all by 10.30 for this guy. The cane was getting an unusual first outing with a first time client, but the trepidation was all in vain.

He walked in, I made some pleasantries found out a little about him and then he asked to see the canes..so I showed him through and if he could have turned his nose up any further he'd have been able to sniff his own bum... "Is that the only cane you have?" well blow me the damn thing hurts enough...but seems his lordship has a thing for rattan only...and promptly left... not once when we had spoken on the phone had he asked about the cane...only when he arrived. Silly arse would have saved himself a journey and me the effort of getting up if he had only been clearer about his sodding fetish for rattan in the first place.

Needless to say I was put out about it and 30mins later thought of the line I should have come out with in response to his glib put-down of my cane... something along the lines of I could buy more canes but he'd always be a slightly greasy looking accountant! Git!