It’s Witchcraft / August 22 2007
So I went to buy my hairdye this morning and could not believe my eyes when I was in the shop.
Since my last trip there, and my discussion with the elderly assistant over the disproportionate price difference between the male- and female-intended products, the cost of said items has vastly increased.
Just For Men, which previously cost an already extortionate £7.95 is now £8.95. That’s a whole pound’s worth of fiscal strain on my vulnerable little pockets. One whole pound!
‘I don’t believe it,’ I muttered to myself as I searched for my usual dark natural-brown.
I resolved to visit the big out-of-town supermarkets more often in future and to leave these little shops for the lesser mortals of the village. (I’m sorry; I suppose I shouldn’t call them that. Referring to my fellow inhabitants as lesser mortals implies that they are demons or something – they are not. And anyway, I am sure that such creatures do not need to dye their hair very often, if at all.)
‘Why has the price gone up so much? Nothing to do with my earlier protestations, I hope,’ I enquired of the old crone that works behind the counter.
She seemed intensely annoyed with me. ‘Oh, fiddledeedee. That’s just the way things are today, dear. Don’t lay an egg,’ she said.
I suddenly noticed a large wart on her nose which I am sure was not there a few weeks ago. Was she turning into a witch?
‘I cannot argue with thee,’ I declared. ‘Begone, foul harridan!’
I left before she tried to put a spell on me.
Filed under Annoyances / Complaining / English Village Life / Growing Old
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One comment on “It’s Witchcraft”
Jo Beaufoix / August 25th, 2007 at 11:23 pm
Are you sure she didn’t put a spell on you?
You didn’t lay an egg did you?
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