1) I went into the DIY store to make enquiries about a new
hedge trimmer. I spoke to a manager who was most enthusiastic about my choice
of device, because he said he’d bought one and had been ‘pleasantly surprised’
at how well it functioned. My radar told me he was genuine, so I asked all the
pertinent questions and eventually decided to order one. Everything went
smoothly until we got to the end of the process, and then the computer said ‘None
available.’ Yup, that’s about the size of things these days. He promised to
make enquiries and give me a call. We’ll see.
2) The woman-with-the-nice-smile who runs the charity shop
where I bought a sweater last week didn’t smile at me today, even though I was
wearing said sweater. Maybe she doesn’t feel the need to, now that she’s sold
me something.
3) A little girl of about eighteen months did a double take
as she was being pushed past me in a buggy. She even turned round and watched me
as she was being wheeled away, so I assume there was something about me which
she found Highly Interesting. Such attention is wont to pique one’s curiosity.
4) The big, fat, white bull terrier which I see every week
in Ashbourne, and which seems desirous of making friends with every human within
sniffing distance, now has a companion – a skinny little black bull terrier
with bulging eyes. The eyes looked up at me as I walked past within sniffing
distance, but their meaning was obscure. They could have meant ‘Don’t mess with
me, buster, just because I’m little.’ Or they could have meant ‘You will be
careful not to tread on me, won’t you?’ Or they could have meant ‘Mmm… just
sizing you up to see whether I think you’ll be worth eating when I’ve grown a
bit.’ Or they could have meant something else entirely. Come to think of it,
though, I’m not absolutely sure it wasn’t a tadpole.
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And you call me strange! That last paragraph has me believing that Mad Jeff hasn't quite left the building...
My defence is that I have an oblique sense of humour.
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