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The little Kleeneze man is today’s tinker. Dropping off a brochure of tat to be collected a couple of days later. In some ways he is to be pitied; the commission on a bottle of oven cleaner can’t be that much. How can the Kleeneze man hope to make minimum wage after hours of delivering and collecting?
It’s the simple economics of Kleeneze that almost certainly explains why the Kleeneze man gets so cross when people fail to leave out the catalogue. Ours has taken to pasting these notices on front doors so all the neighbours can see who has kept (more likely binned) it. But nobody is under any obligation to follow Kleeneze’s instructions and spend days considering their brochure of crap before lowering the tone of the neighbourhood by leaving it in a plastic bag on the doorstep.
It’s time to say no to Kleeneze. Bin the catalogue for the little man’s own good and send him to a more lucrative existance on the dole from where he may eventually be hoovered up onto to some government scheme and trained to do something useful.
This posted via mobile via Flickr and so not so closely proofread. Click the pic to see it large (there’s an ‘all-sizes’ tab for really large).
