I was in TJ Hughes today buying glasses. I don't know if you are familiar with how you buy glasses in TJ's. It is I imagine how you would buy glasses from anywhere. There are a few different designs that come in different shapes.You pick up the ones you want and take them to the till. Not hard!?
The guy at the check out in front of me had bought 4 hi-ball glassess. The boy working the till asked if he wanted one of them wrapped seperatley from the other 3. "why would I want that?" asked the man in a reet shitey tone. "Well," explained the boy, because one its different. The man then started going off at the kid...
"Why is it different?
It is supposed to be the same.
WHY ARE THEY NOT THE SAME??
THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE SAME"
he's getting abit angry now...
So the boy pointed out how you can tell they are different as they have totally different patterns on them...
OK.....
I realise now that this is probably the 3rd most boring story I have ever heard, right after Lindsay's facinating tale about the time he bought some american cream soda from the shop across the road from the college and my interesting tale of the time I had a drifter. I appologise. I guess you had to be there. Infact, no, if you were there it wouldn't have been interesting.
I'd delete all this and start again and tell you about the man I caught pissing outside Bon Marche at 1o'clock this afternoon but I have typed all of this one handed whilst eating a sandwich and its taken me awhile.
I will shut up now.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
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