Rent A-Space
Rent A-Space
My son, Len, is only
twelve, but I think he's going to be an advertising tycoon. He had an accident
during a football match last week and since then his leg has been in plaster.
Len has been going round our local shops selling advertising space on his leg.
“What do you charged?” asked him. “It depends,” he answered. “How much space do
you want? How long do you want? or just a few lines? Do you want ‘prime
position’, or not?” His plastered leg was covered with ads, so he was obviously
doing well. “How much have you made so far?” I asked. “I'm not saying,” he
said. “How’s your leg coming on, anyway?” “Fine, thanks,” he answered. “Why are
you asking?” “I hope you're getting better and we can have that plaster off,” I
remarked. “I don't want it oft too soon,” he grinned. “It's a little gold
mine!”
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