On my last 2 visits to ASDA I've been served by the same woman. And each time she's asked "are we having a party?"
Besides the initial irritation at the use of the word "we" suggesting that myself and her would be interacting beyond the stage of tedious checkout banter, I aslo found it strange that she would ask such a question on account of the items i'd bought.
On the first occasion I'd bought a case of own brand lager, a baguette and 2 Pot Noodles.
The second time I had 12 Cans of Beck's, some V05 wax and a packet of Spaghetti.
How on earth could I host a succesful party with those items? Who would possibly come?
Monday, 10 October 2011
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Premature Guy Outside Bargain Booze
I saw a "Guy" on the way home from work today. Not a bloke. But one of those bundles of rags which you're supposed to recognise as Guy Fawkes.
A guy In October.
Scruffy cunts.
A guy In October.
Scruffy cunts.
Monday, 3 October 2011
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