i had a customer come in to collect an order earlier, sounded like a really nice bloke on the phone
turned up and apropos of nothing starts banging on about how he’s ex met police, and had to leave because they’ve all gone gay, ie: they won’t let him smack peoples’ heads against the sink until they talk, like they used to in the good old days
i stood there making sympathic approving noises whilst sweating out last night’s chang and trying not to let on that he represents everything that i fear and despise
then he spotted the rizla and tobacco, oh dear.
i don’t think we’ll be getting much repeat business off that freako.
