In which a joke of questionable taste is told, coins are sorted and I am forced out of the way by a rude woman in the supermarket.
I decided to employ a sub-heading as I couldn’t convey it all in the title. (Added later: then I forgot to write a title! Senior Moment Alert!)
Last week, having failed the blood test, I received a panicky phone call from the anti-coagulation service. They do take things a bit seriously at times. All I did was forget a couple of pills and drift off target a bit – it’s not like I’m hovering at Death’s door. I’m not even at Death’s garden gate. In fact, I’m feeling quite perky.
As I get older I really ought to stop saying things like that, as I’m going to look pretty stupid if I drop dead tomorrow.
I’m pretty sure the anti-coagulation is working as I bled quite a bit when they pulled the needle out.
We had a visitor in the shop today, which was good as I hadn’t seen him for about ten years. He used to be a coin dealer, but he’s taken up a new career since then and now takes secular funeral services. He also told us one of the funniest jokes I’ve ever heard. Unfortunately I can’t repeat it.
It wasn’t rude and it didn’t feature bad language but it was, shall we say, in questionable taste, and looked at something from an unusual angle.
I laughed so hard I nearly fell off my seat.
Then I carried on sorting. Stamps, shillings and crowns. Ah, the glamour!
Finally, as you may have guessed from the first paragraph, I went shopping. It all went relatively well until I got to the checkout. The manned checkouts were all crammed, so I decided to use the self-service. They, it seemed, had been giving trouble all day, and the one I used queried six of my nine articles, necessitating the intervention of a staff member each time.
When all was done I started to leave the shop. As I got to the doorway a woman came up behind me and pushed past, which isn’t good when you’re using a stick for balance. She then made someone else swerve to avoid her then walked directly towards someone coming into the shop and made them stop the let her past.
She wasn’t being pursued, she was just very rude, arrogant and inconsiderate.
All this rush meant that she got to her car, started the engine and engaged reverse gear ready to escape.
Meanwhile, I put a bit of a spurt on.
And once I was behind her car, as she waited impatiently to reverse out, I walked behind her…very…very…slowly.
I don’t usually manage to get my own back, but today everything just fell right. And it felt good.
Laughing…things just fall right sometimes.
Indeed they do! 🙂
Good work all round.
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Great revenge, Quercus. I had a blood test today – to strains of Nancy Sinatra’s boots. I was told she was singing to me. Not knowing quite how to take that, I spoke of the origins of Swing Low, Sweet Chariot……..
I just had yesterday’s results – I passed and have a two week gap before the next one. Hope yours are OK.
Thanks a lot, Quercus. They were to see whether I’m fit for knee surgery. Don’t foresee any problems
In that case I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you and wait for the video clips of you and Jackie dancing. 🙂
You’ll have a long wait 🙂
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Oh, sweet, sweet revenge! So perfect.
For once it fell into place perfectly, :-
I wish I’d heard the joke. Nonetheless, I got a good belly laugh from your revenge!
Quite apart from the questionable taste, I couldn’t do it justice in print. Yes, I’m still feeling good about the revenge. 🙂
Oh, sweet satisfaction! We always drive very, very slowly when followed too closely by an impatient driver.
It’s good for them to control their impatience. 🙂
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Oh, me too, Clare! I’m usually such a sweet thing, but get up on my car’s back and I turn into a real b!%@#.
This subject is giving me a whole new view of some people…
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