Mart and Market

The officer in the middle, well used to pulling the piss, asked me if I had a six-inch ruler.
"No, " I replied. "I have a nine -inch ruler, and a 12 inch vinyl collection, none of which I use, as a rule".

You would think that would have shut him up, and that my legendary tolerance would have allowed this little slag-fest wither and die.
But no.
That was not to happen.

"Fuck you, you queer!" he said.

"Fuck him", I thought, blood boiling, but stopping short of actual physical hurt and killing.

"Which ones are you selling", I asked him, indicating the cattle holding pens behind us.

"The Red Continental there at back", he said, happy as Larry....

"I´m sure you and his mother are proud, then, you knuckle-dragging neanderthal cunt you......"

I have a feeling that I am not going to get paid for this job.....