When I needed my university exam certificates for a job interview, my brother volunteered to go up to the attic to find them and put them in a folder for me.
The next week, I nervously walked into the interview room, where much to my surprise the interview panel were chuckling.
“Your qualifications are all in order,” their spokeswoman said. “Also, congratulations on becoming a Weight Watchers Gold Member.”
I eventually forgave my brother – after I got the job.
