A motorist bought a new car. He had a great deal of trouble with it and eventually took it back to the manufacturer. A lad in the office checked the chassis and engine numbers against the factory’s records then regarded him with a long face.
“Your trouble,” he said, ” is that you’ve got a Friday car. On Fridays, things are a bit rough. Work is rushed because the lads want to get away for the weekend and stuff does get a bit skimped. You don’t want to buy a Friday car, chum. A Monday car isn’t much better because they’re only just back from the weekend. Tuesdays and Thursdays are not too bad but the best one to buy is a Wednesday car. Wednesday cars are pretty good, but we buy those ourselves.”
The car concerned was B.M.C. and the story is of doubtful veracity; however, it does give us all a new angle on our troubles and, well, would anybody like to buy a Friday car?
Cheltenham. – J. A. Everett.