1605: I was doing about 50 on the narrower road that leads
from the main road to the village when another idiot came around an upcoming
bend with his offside wheels substantially over the centre line – and he wasn’t
making much of an effort to move over. I managed to get close enough to the
edge of the road to miss him without putting a wheel of my own into a ditch,
which would have occasioned a little inconvenience. Involuntary expletives
began to take on the nature of a habit.
1630: I was checking my unloaded shopping against the till
receipt when I discovered that I’d been overcharged in Sainsbury’s. The barcode
reader had evidently read one item twice. It was only £1, but it’s the
principle you know? It is. (I think I remember muttering another expletive or
two.)
1640: I was taking one of the bags of bird seed out of the
carrier bag when the plastic seal opened and bird seed was scattered across a
large part of the kitchen floor. A few expletives? Yup.
1800: Run the vacuum cleaner around before starting dinner.
I was pulling the cable out of the back of the machine when the plug flew
sharply to one side and gave the top joint of my thumb a very painful whack.
Expletives? More even than was becoming usual.
Isn’t it odd that things always happen in fives?
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