Summary
So, there I was just about to pay for my Mexican chilli beef lasagne when two inebriated blokes barged in and demanded to be served more alcohol. The supermarket check-out lady was polite but firm in her refusal. Did these two buffoons take "no" for an answer? Of course not. Instead, they launched into a tirade of abuse and threats which soured the atmosphere with an air of menace.
My fingers, damp with perspiration born of near panic, tightened around my box of lasagne. Having just been removed from the freezer it was more than hard enough to fell one or both of the drunkards, should they become violent.See the full content of this document
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Rough-and-Ready Meal
The steadfast check-out lady ordered the men off the premises and, mercifully, t...
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