The elderly lady fixed me in her steely eyed glare, "young man" she
said, I looked around but it was in fact me she wanted, either that or
she needed stronger spectacles,
"young man, do you still have those prunes you had last week, only I
said to my Arthur this morning blah blah blah blah blah "
She didn't of course say blah blah but the rest of what she was
actually saying washed over me like a speech on health and safety. I
only heard the occasional word...Arthur...prunes...regular....
After what seemed an eternity she finally stopped talking and I was able
to escort her to said Prunes upon which she launched into another
diatribe relating to how happy Arthur would be etc etc. I'm sure poor
old Arthur must be deaf and anytime she encounters people with hearing
she feels the need to talk until they faint. I nearly did I swear.
I know its archaic and quite probably against their human rights but I'd
like to have all old people entering the store wear a little bell that
activates as they move, that way whenever I'm about to enter the shop
floor I could first listen out for the tell tale tinkle of old people
and therefore stay outback where I'm safe.
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