All in a day’s work

One bitterly cold winter night in 1939, a London streetwalker named Sybil slipped inside a church to get warm, and she heard a preacher talking about sin and forgiveness and redemption. Sybil was inspired to make a career change, and soon afterward she opened a fish and chip shop.

Business was good until the war broke out, and then times got rough. One day a sign appeared in the front window of Sybil’s shop:

Thanks to Hitler
The fish are littler.

A few weeks later another sign appeared:

Thanks to Hess
The chips are less.

Two months later Sybil’s shop was boarded up. This time the sign in the window read:

Thanks to Göering
I’ve returned to my former profession.

5 Responses to All in a day’s work

  1. Patricia says:

    A girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do.

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  2. egorr says:

    Sounds fishy, but, the chips fell where they may…

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    • egorr says:

      PS – as a kid my father was stationed at Bentwaters RAFB, just outside of Leiston, closest “major” city was Ipswich. 1959 to 1962.
      I couldn’t figure out why the fish & chips were so much tastier when I was a kid (over in England), until somebody remined me that they were fried in lard, NOT corn or Canola oil!!
      Ah, the misspent days of my youth…

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