This is a Friday Fictioneers submission. Thanks to Roger Bulltot for the prompt.
-What’s up, boss? The missus playing away again.
-Tourist season again.
-I’ll have make small talk with Americans who think they’ve got Celtic roots.
-Think of the TripAdvisor reviews.
-And when the hand towels get stuck in the dispenser again, who’d’you think they’ll get to yank them out?
-So you’ve got a knack.
-And the National Trust’ll take this place off your hands if it gets too much.
-Nah, Camelot’s in my blood.
-That’s the spirit, Arthur.
-Only when you said I’d come back when my country needed me most, I didn’t expect to be running the gift shop.