This Sunday just past Shelley and I ventured out to Clapham Junction to find the much fabled Farmer's Markets. We couldn't find them, and so they remain fabled for now. However, I did come close to inadvertently 'scoring a hit', as they say.
While Shelley went into the grocery store to buy me a delicious scroll, I waited outside passing the time, thinking about scrolls. Now admittedly, I was leaning againt the wall, my jaw hanging a bit loose (I had a cold), my expression a little glazed-over (I was thinking about scrolls), and my jumper a little crinkled from sleeping in it the night before. But that's no excuse for what happened next.
All of a sudden this guy walks up and asks me if I'm "cool". I didn't quite know how to answer the question straight off the bat, so I said, yes, I was cool thank you very much. Wrong answer.
What ensued was a very awkward, wink-wink, nudge-nudge kind of conversation, that left my dealer friend feeling very exasperated, and me feeling very uncool indeed.
I had to walk past him outside the station too, eating my cinnamon scroll.
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You must not encourage me to very loud laughing while I'm alone in the house. I just feel silly.
On second thought, you must.
It's fabulous.
tappity tap
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Thank goodness for telephones, my fingers are getting sore from tapping them on the desk waiting for an update!! :-)
Good luck house hunting and things!
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It does not matter how many times I read this entry, I still fall off my chair laughing!! I will have to stop reading as I now have a sore bottom!!!!
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