A roasty pea-cheek
Once in a supermarket, the young guy on the checkout had what I assume was a form of motor neurone disease. He asked how I was, we made smalltalk, he was steadily keying stuff into the till, and even helped me pack. Although he had trouble opening a couple of carrier bags.

I paid, and he looked at me sheepishly as he took several attempts to fish the correct change from the till. I grinned and said "you take your time mate".

However, the woman behind me was huffing and puffing and getting impatient, and started taking stuff off the belt and put it back in her basket to go to another checkout.

I tutted, and he called over to her in his best exaggerated mong voice, "Is it 'cos I'm a spaz?"

I laughed so hard my knees buckled and I nearly dropped my shopping.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 10:57, 2 replies)

So how is your lad? Settling in?
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 11:06, closed)

I Love this!
he is surely the King of Spaz! what a top, top bloke
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 13:02, closed)