| Confessions of a
                Squash Club ManagerEpisode 2
 Taking a Dump
 by Dean Brown
 Arriving at
                the Corleone Squash Centre today, I was full of
                enthusiasm and evil thoughts about the torture I
                would inflict on my old squash mate on the court
                later today.However my enthusiastic feeling was about to be
                shattered....pardon the pun, it will become
                obvious later.
 I notice a car
                pull into the car park and two new faces get out
                and head towards the door. "Hi guys what can
                I do for you?" I asked them in my most
                professional voice, must impress the newbies."Just a court for half an hour thanks Gov."
                Said a rather fat pasty faced English man in a
                very broad Geordie accent.
 "No worries guy's, Fourteen dollars and she's
                all yours," I said, adding, "Please be
                aware that the lights will go off automatically
                when your time is up." Acknowledging this
                they hand over the fourteen dollars and I send
                them around to court 4 and turn the lights on.
 Five minutes
                into their game the fat Englishman walks past me
                and goes into the toilet. It was a full fifteen
                minutes later when he floats past heading back to
                the court to finish his game, looking much
                lighter after what must have been a massive dump.
                Ten minutes later their time was up so I turned
                their lights off.Both of them came racing around to the counter,
                "What the fucks going on," They both
                yelled in unison at me." Why have the lights
                have gone off ?"
 "Sorry guy's, times up," I said. "Thanks
                to my generous nature I even game you an extra
                five minutes." I said, trying to sound
                relaxed.
 "We only played for ten minutes" said
                the non shitter, glaring across at his playing
                partner.
 "Listen mate don't blame me if your buddy
                uses half your playing time up having a shit. I'm
                just like a lawyer, time is money as I explained
                when you paid for your half hour, and
                unfortunately your time is up." I said,
                bracing myself for the expected outburst.
 However non was forthcoming, they obviously
                realized  the situation was hopeless and
                instead headed for the door, the non shitter
                looking extremely annoyed.
 As they came in the same car it could make for an
                interesting drive home.
 Two more happy
                customersGood squashing
 Squash godfather
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