itchy teeth
In my youth I worked in a little independent record shop. It was the week before christmas and the place was chaotic to say the least. The three of us who worked there were all stressed out and knackered, so the manageress offered to make everyone a cup of 'special' tea. As I took the first couple of sips I decided that the speciality biscuits I'd seen in M&S down the road would be a perfect touch. I took a big gulp of tea and set off.

As I was standing next to an old biddie looking at the biscuits I felt this wonderful surge of energy and enlightenment along with very itchy teeth I now know is the come-up on speed. Thanks to Becca's special tea, I had a twenty minute conversation with the biddie about how irritating itchy teeth were - her obviously talking about dentures and me talking about something completely different. I then proceeded to the checkout where I spent a ridiculous amount of time telling the checkout girl how 'I fancied these bisciuts 20 mins ago and now I don't but I'm still buying them cos they look nice don't they and isn't it busy and ...' while the queue just got larger and larger behind me.

I went back to the shop, biscuits in hand and finished my remaining half-cup of 'special tea'. The day went swimmingly and I was even praised by a number of customers about my friendliness and willingness to chat to them even though the shop was so busy. It was only a year or so later when i tried speed for what I thought was the first time and recognised the itchy teeth that I realised that 'special tea' did not just contain some nice fresh milk and maybe a pro plus or two.

Cheers Becca for my first foray into class A's. Wonderful.
( no longer a user, Wed 21 Dec 2005, 16:05, Reply)