Life In The Fast Lane

Work all week. Supermarket shop Saturday morning.
It's never been so rewarding.

It's what weekends are all about.

Actually, isn't it rewarding when you're able
to help someone?

There was an old chap, with a stick, near the cafeteria area
looking a bit lost.

"Are you looking for the toilet?" I asked.

"Do I look fucking stupid?" he replied.

"I was only trying to help," I said.

What I now wish I'd said was,
"Well, now you come to mention it."


Have you met anyone this charming lately?


Mean Old Man