Those which pretend to be serious
Those which pretend to be funny
Those which pretend to be ironic
Those which pretend to show a window on my world, past and present
Those which pretend to give the impression that I’m old, ugly,
useless and slightly insane
Erm…
Nothing much happened today unless you count the young guy
in Sainsbury’s who stopped me and said ‘we’ve got stoneground wholemeal bread
again.’ (Being remembered for your complaints is really exciting.)
Chloe wasn’t there to either talk or complain to, and I
couldn’t be bothered to complain about anything to the woman I usually complain
to either. She was wearing one of those contraptions which connect the ear to
the mouth a là Thunderbirds Are Go,
which is most intimidating because they give the impression that the wearer is
far too busy engaging with managers, the emergency services, Mission Control,
Will Smith and random aliens to be bothered with mere customers.
And it looks
like I’ll soon be giving Sainsbury’s the push anyway because they’re bringing
in a techno version of the Stasi to ensure that riff-raff like me don’t take
liberties with the Rules of State in the matter of parking. Perception is the
whole of the life experience, and one of my current perceptions is that
Sainsbury’s standards are seriously slipping.
Whoops, I forgot category #6: the Sainsbury’s Post. Where would Wednesday be without a Sainsbury’s
post? Indeed, where will Wednesday be
without a Sainsbury’s post? I suppose it will have to become a Tesco post instead, only
it will probably be on a Monday. Will I cope with the rigours of refugee
status?
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