I popped into the post office today to pay a bill, and while I was waiting in line a chap of unpleasant aspect came in. When I say unpleasant, I'll point out that he was scrawny, unkempt, missing several necessary teeth, stinking of (assumedly) cheap alcohol - you get the idea.
"Excuse me, sir," he said, throwing me off. I'm not used to being called 'sir'. "Would you like to buy this large bar of Dairy Milk for three pounds?"
"Sorry, I'm lactose intolerant," I told him.
He went down the line and tried with everyone, filling the air with the delightful scent of strong booze. Oddly enough, he didn't find anyone willing to take him up on his offer of cheap (though of suspect origin) chocolate.
"Bastards," he muttered loudly as he left in disgust.
I exchanged comments about his charming manner with others in the queue, paid at the counter, and left. Well, I tried to. He was coming back in the door as I was going out, and started to try to sell to me once more. Something in his brain finally connected and he sounded more like, "Excuse me, sir, but would you .... bastards."
Poor soul - I assume decades of SCs have worn him down...
Rapscallion
"Excuse me, sir," he said, throwing me off. I'm not used to being called 'sir'. "Would you like to buy this large bar of Dairy Milk for three pounds?"
"Sorry, I'm lactose intolerant," I told him.
He went down the line and tried with everyone, filling the air with the delightful scent of strong booze. Oddly enough, he didn't find anyone willing to take him up on his offer of cheap (though of suspect origin) chocolate.
"Bastards," he muttered loudly as he left in disgust.
I exchanged comments about his charming manner with others in the queue, paid at the counter, and left. Well, I tried to. He was coming back in the door as I was going out, and started to try to sell to me once more. Something in his brain finally connected and he sounded more like, "Excuse me, sir, but would you .... bastards."
Poor soul - I assume decades of SCs have worn him down...
Rapscallion
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