The tale of Kaol and the undesired child-molesting
A re-write of something I posted before. But now can't find.

A couple of months back, as is my custom on a Thursday, I went to the newsagents to get a copy of New Scientist.

The same girl was on the till as usual, pretty, about the same age as me, and a bit of flirting ensued, as usual.

There were some noisy children running up and down the stairs, shouting, banging about.

As I was chatting to her, I frowned over at them and muttered, slightly too loudly, and with a little too much venom:
"I hate fuckin' kids".

I realised what I'd said, went rather red, as she bit her lip, shuddering with supressed laughter.

I left quickly.

I was back in the shop the other day, and she was working.
I saw her nudge a fellow till-girl, point clearly at me and say "It's that 'fucking kids' guy!"
At which they both started laughing.

*frowns*
( Cawl, Fri 13 Jun 2008, 9:58, 3 replies)

Two frowns
in one story. Good one.

You've just reminded me of something I can pearoast.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 13 Jun 2008, 10:20, closed)

Liar
Your story is flawed in that you expect us to believe that you somehow flirted whilst buying a copy of New Scientist.

Nobody can do that. It's like trying to look cool and pick up a frisbie at the same time.
(British Steel was participating in awesomeness on, Fri 13 Jun 2008, 11:32, closed)

I'd have thought
you'd rather like fucking kids.

Best ne honest, you never know what she's into.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Sat 14 Jun 2008, 5:37, closed)