Drug Dealer / March 27 2008
‘No hairdye today, Mr Fantastic?’ The disagreeable individual who manages the village chemist shop was shouting after me as I was closing his door. I hate him.
He was trying to embarrass me but it’s something that will never happen.
A middle-aged woman was entering the shop as I was leaving; she let a smile win her face. ‘Is he on his high horse again?’ she asked me.
‘He’s on something,’ I quipped. ‘I think I offended him at some point in the past but I can’t remember how.’
‘He’s like that with everyone,’ she said, trying to help.
Walking home, I dared to attempt an air of sangfroid and for some reason felt definite promise.
Filed under Annoyances / Drugs / English Village Life / Idiots
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2 comments on “Drug Dealer”
Nelson Galaxy / March 27th, 2008 at 1:39 pm
In my opinion Nap, you have always shown equanimity and poise.
Napoleon Fantastic / March 27th, 2008 at 3:24 pm
That’s what I keep telling people, Nelson, especially the high court judges.
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