Jack's Sore Arse Saves Day!

This is one of my favourite Jerome stories, told to me by Mrs Caroline Vale. I was in a dilemma about whether it was too cruel until I read the Buddha's tooth story, and Jerome can always log on and delete the post if necessary. Here goes.

Jerome goes into hire car office to pick up motor to take us all on some crazy adventure. The lady at the desk asks him for some suitable ID, but he's forgotten to bring anything. He rummages through his wallet for a while, as a queue develops behind him, then asks loudly, "WILL MY PRESCRIPTION FOR PILE CREAM DO?". Apparently this unorthodox ID will do nicely, and the paperwork is completed, and the keys handed over. Jack struts happily out of the office, and is even thoughtful enough to reassure the assembled customers "IT'S OK, THEY'VE CLEARED UP NOW!"