I was in Banana Republic a couple of days ago
and felt pretty smug to be buying a shirt full price, not from Peacocks.

I was waiting in the queue and there was a blonde girl serving behind the counter. She was in her twenties I guess and all kind of blonde and sparkly eyed and smiley. She was chatting happily with the guy in front of me, and I smoothed my hair and nervously toyed with my cuff, waiting for my turn. I was in town, had finance, and was about to have a conversation with a cool young thing - one of my peers.

The girl handed over the man's credit card and smiled and said goodbye; she turned to me and I took a deep breath - and my wife who was sitting down nearby suddenly shouted "ARE YOU GOING TO FIND SOMEONE TO SERVE MY HUSBAND OR DO IT YOURSELF OR WHAT? HE CAN'T JUST STAND THERE ALL DAY".

And I stared at my Matchstick shoes in humilation as the frightened girl scurried off to find someone else to serve me; a glimpse of happiness cruelly snatched away.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 15:32, 2 replies)

Pffft.
pwnd
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 16:45, closed)

:-(

(OTT, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 21:11, closed)