We have an elderly gentleman comes in every week without fail to ask if
we sell prunes. This despite being advised on every single occasion that
we don't. He explained, to an attentive member of staff on one of his
visits, that, he was under doctors orders to eat a tin of prunes every
single day. To keep him regular! A little too much information as far as
the staff member was concerned but it maybe sheds light on his absent
mindedness in that, he's so constipated its literally, the only thing he
can think about! The poor ol' souls life is blighted by shy turtle
syndrome and he needs the prunes for enticement purposes.
Anyways, Pruneman hadn't shown his face for quite a few weeks and we
feared that, after seemingly months of strain, he had finally exploded
and redecorated the interior of che Pruneman a dreadful shade of brown.
Thankfully, for all concerned here he was alive, well, and on the search
for prunes. Sadly, his memory is as bad as ever!
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