Putting your foot in it
You know, sometimes I just don’t know why I bother.
Soooo. There I was, on my way to the shops. As I was crossing the road, I notice some old tramp-like guy, thick lensed National health glasses, unwashed and unshaven for a very long time, jeans full of holes and completely black with dirt, complete with a Quasimodo style posture, and clutching a blue carrier bag.
He approaches a neat looking 4×4 parked outside the shops. This person begins picking at the badge on the back of it. Me, obviously seeing something happening that shouldn’t approaches the guy and says “I don’t think that’s supposed to come off, mate”, making it clearly aware that I noticed him tampering with the afore-mentioned vehicle. I enter the shops, satisfied in the knowledge that I have saved someone the need of having to get their badge replaced…
At this point, the same guy got his keys out of his pocket and drove away in it.
Unfortunately, the floor didn’t open up and swallow me…
September 2nd, 2008 at 8:51:05 am
That’s the sort of thing hat usually happens to me.
September 3rd, 2008 at 6:44:28 pm
That’s kind of like me in reverse. I look fairly presentable when out and about, then come home to a house that resembles something out of the young ones.