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- Thu Mar 06, 2003 1:27 pm
#61988
Does anyone share my exhuberance that all those pesky school kids have been shunted back into their cell...i mean schools.
Last week had been a devastating blow to my usual everyday routine. I leave the house at 1.30, taking a diversion as per normal towards the little run down corner shop to purchase my 'wednesday products'.
a pack of smoking filters- 70p
2 packs of rizlas- 40p
copy of the local jobs paper- 30p
This booty of treasures amounts to £1.40 and having so often indulged in the exact same goods every wednesday, I always make sure that i have the exact amount of money in change to hand over to the excema ridden skin of the ever thankfull shop owner. This process should take no longer than 20 seconds, leaving ample time for the number 43 to arrive at the battered bus stop. My plans were however totally ruined last wednesday when i arrived into the shop gripping a battered £1 coin and two shiny twenty pence peices...there was a que of 5 people. Slightly rattled by these unsual events (these people are usually next door in the post office drawing out their giros at 1.31pm). I poked my head to see who was holding up the que. There stood to rather pungent smelling young offenders, glasping a mountain of 2 and 1 pence peices as the shop keeper marched up and down a set of steps lifting massive jars of one penny sweets.
'can I have one of those innit,nah make it two'
little *. By the time I had been served I had missed the bus and was eventually late for work. I did get revenge however by telling the shopkeeper that the little urchins had stole a packet of midnight illusion tights.
I'm agent stevotrash, and that was the longest day of my life.
Last week had been a devastating blow to my usual everyday routine. I leave the house at 1.30, taking a diversion as per normal towards the little run down corner shop to purchase my 'wednesday products'.
a pack of smoking filters- 70p
2 packs of rizlas- 40p
copy of the local jobs paper- 30p
This booty of treasures amounts to £1.40 and having so often indulged in the exact same goods every wednesday, I always make sure that i have the exact amount of money in change to hand over to the excema ridden skin of the ever thankfull shop owner. This process should take no longer than 20 seconds, leaving ample time for the number 43 to arrive at the battered bus stop. My plans were however totally ruined last wednesday when i arrived into the shop gripping a battered £1 coin and two shiny twenty pence peices...there was a que of 5 people. Slightly rattled by these unsual events (these people are usually next door in the post office drawing out their giros at 1.31pm). I poked my head to see who was holding up the que. There stood to rather pungent smelling young offenders, glasping a mountain of 2 and 1 pence peices as the shop keeper marched up and down a set of steps lifting massive jars of one penny sweets.
'can I have one of those innit,nah make it two'
little *. By the time I had been served I had missed the bus and was eventually late for work. I did get revenge however by telling the shopkeeper that the little urchins had stole a packet of midnight illusion tights.
I'm agent stevotrash, and that was the longest day of my life.
all 5 years ago
