| I wonder how much they cost |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|01:29 pm] |
Sign outside one of the dodgy shops on Tottenham Court Road. It tickles me that they sell "Marital Aides". Do you think they just help in the bedroom, or will they do cooking and cleaning too? And do they wear suits?
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| A shopping adventure |
[Sep. 16th, 2003|06:22 pm] |
A short while ago, my girlfriend moved house, and so we found ourselves in Woolworths looking for gaffer tape to make moving boxes with. Bored of trying to decide between Duck brand packing tape or Woolworths's cheap rip-off (we went with the rip-off) we ambled over to the CD aisle to buy ourselves a CD to listen to while we packed. Whilst we hummed and harred over what CD to buy, a rather chunky and ugly woman came over and started to peruse the CDs alongside us.
After a minute or two, my girlfriend suddenly spotted a CD she was interested in and reached out to grab it, which would have been fine, except the fat ugly woman chose exactly the same moment to bend over to get a CD from the bottom shelf, and so my girlfriend inadvertently punched her square across the jaw. To her credit, the fat ugly woman was not knocked out cold, and instead merely took the shot on her chin and then proceeded to stare at us with an outraged look on her face. Luckily, she decided not to fight back (she was pretty mean-looking; I'm not sure we could have taken her) and instead just continued to stare at us incredulously. My girlfriend apologised profusely, but to little effect, and so we hurried our selection and left.
On the way home, we popped into the Co-op to get some boxes to make using our sparkly new packing tape. A helpful staff member directed us to the back of the store, where a big trolley was situated, full of collapsed cardboard boxes. Some of these were pretty big, over a square metre or so, and while pulling one of them out, my girlfriend lost control of it. It swung backwards wildly, and hit an innocent passer-by walking up the aisle. My girlfriend started apologising again, but the passer-by's face was obscured by the box for a moment, and so imagine our surprise when my girlfriend lowered the box to reveal none other than our friend from Woolworths.
My girlfriend immediately dissolved into fits of giggles and ran down the nearest aisle. I was left to apologise and face the terrifying gaze of the battered-but-still-standing fat ugly woman.
After staring me down, she continued with her shopping. We hid near the milk and cheese while she paid for her groceries and then walked very slowly and carefully home.
The packing tape turned out to be entirely adequate. |
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