Many, many years ago (it really does feel like a lifetime)
My mum and (then) evil-stepfather used to run a greengrover's shop.

Over dinner one night my mum told us how a little old lady had been in earlier that day and asked for a couple of pounds of potatoes, but "just small ones please as I can't carry the big ones".

That's not really from hell, just amusing. There was another woman though who used to come it every Saturday morning and if I was around ask my mum if I could help her take her shopping home, as she couldn't carry it all. Every week, without fail, we'd get about 100 yards up the road and she'd remember something she'd forgotten, and send me back for it. While I was gone she used to swap all the bags around so that mine were spine-crushingly heavy, then when I'd staggered home with them, she'd give me 20p for my trouble. I know I'm talking about a few years ago now, but even then 20p was fuck all.

Length? It seemed a lot further once the bags were so heavy...
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Sat 6 Sep 2008, 15:30, Reply)