By Eddy Montilla.
My uncle Raymond told me the other day that in all houses where he has gone to work as a gardener, the owners have always offered lunch, snacks and drinks to him. However, his last job had been an exception because despite being a lady, the richest person who he had worked for, my beloved uncle had not received anything, not even water. After three days, his luck seemed to change when he heard the lady saying: “Raymond, I will go to the bank for a while. I left a couple of sandwiches on the table and a glass of orange juice for your lunch.”
As soon as the lady left the house, my uncle rushed to the kitchen and gobbled down all the sandwiches. And he was over the moon, until a kid entered the kitchen, looked at him and naively said: “Is also your name Raymond?”
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