Post Office. Chapter II: 7
Then I started coming home unhappy.
“What’s the matter, Hank?”
I had to get drunk every night.
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s been going on for two weeks!”
“What’s the name of the song?”
“Around The World In Eighty Days. I never did like that song.”
“Well, get another job.” “I will.”
“But keep working there until you find another job. We’ve got to prove to them that. . .”
“All right. All right!”
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