September 4, 2012 by kitcac
I was reminded of today’s happenings when I found a half-eaten carrot on my dining room table. I’d bought it at Chorley Market, the entrance of which is a triangle, by the way.
Anyway, I had been interrupted eating my carrot. That’s not the story I’m telling.
I was buying my fruit and veg at the market and had parked JWop’s pram next to the plums as usual. I then got stuck behind a bloke who had decided that today was the day that he would cook for himself for the first time in his life.
The conversation went like this:
Man: What potatoes are the best potatoes to make mashed potatoes?
Market Lady: Erm, hang on. (asks Market Girl who just says first type of potato that pops into her head). Yeah, that’s right, King Edwards.
Man: I’ll have some of them then.
Market Lady: How many do you want?
Man: Just enough for me.
Market Lady: Well how hungry are you?
Man: I’m quite hungry. I’ll have some sprouts too.
Market Lady: How many sprouts do you want?
Man: Just enough for me…. (etc etc etc)
As I stood there, I felt a mixture of emotions – mild irritation, immense boredom, but mainly wanting to drop the F-Bomb and tell him to start his culinary career with a microwave ready meal.
I had been reminiscing a few days ago about my days working in retail at the late great Woolies. People like this bloke make me glad I’m not currently dealing with humans.