nothing important happened today.
I suppose that's a very ominous title, if you're an X-Files episode.
Had a very bizarre day, which resulted in me being very lazy at work because I'd been lazy at school. I need to trek all over and find my shoes and cap tomorrow, because... you know.
So... Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin.
Every so often at work, as I'm rounding the corner from the warehouse to go down the stairs, I glance out of the window and take in the view of the shops outside, and the milling about of the customers thereof. At some indiscriminate point in the day, there are always some workers from some chain or other sitting out on the benches, eating their lunch in the intermittent sunshine or having a crafty fag out of shot of the Almighty Hand of Management - but one particular couple always catch my eye.
They're possibly the most mismatched pair I've ever seen. They act exactly how you would expect had you seen them apart - so stereotypical you could swear they'd got out Big John's Book of Stereotypes and dressed themselves accordingly. One is a tattooed-up skinhead, white tracksuit bottoms tied underneath his TJ Hughes attire, wonky yellowing teeth and always with a cigarette in his mouth or behind his ear, or - terrifyingly - both. He's about twenty-five, from a guess.
The other is a very straight-laced woman in her forties, I'd guess, full matching pale green or beige skirt suit cut just above the knees, sensible shoes, hair in a bob so as not to interfere with her daily tasks. She politely keeps her distance from the tobacco smoke. You can tell it bothers her, but she is too polite to mention it - just as he is too rude and ignorant to notice that it might affect her.
They sit there for about half an hour. She patiently listens and makes reasons and excuses for any and all members of her team of staff, I assume, while he yells and curses at her about them with flailing arms and wild gestures. Each seems like they should be repulsed by each other. And yet they're there, rather too often, getting on like a house on fire.
Had a very bizarre day, which resulted in me being very lazy at work because I'd been lazy at school. I need to trek all over and find my shoes and cap tomorrow, because... you know.
So... Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin.
Every so often at work, as I'm rounding the corner from the warehouse to go down the stairs, I glance out of the window and take in the view of the shops outside, and the milling about of the customers thereof. At some indiscriminate point in the day, there are always some workers from some chain or other sitting out on the benches, eating their lunch in the intermittent sunshine or having a crafty fag out of shot of the Almighty Hand of Management - but one particular couple always catch my eye.
They're possibly the most mismatched pair I've ever seen. They act exactly how you would expect had you seen them apart - so stereotypical you could swear they'd got out Big John's Book of Stereotypes and dressed themselves accordingly. One is a tattooed-up skinhead, white tracksuit bottoms tied underneath his TJ Hughes attire, wonky yellowing teeth and always with a cigarette in his mouth or behind his ear, or - terrifyingly - both. He's about twenty-five, from a guess.
The other is a very straight-laced woman in her forties, I'd guess, full matching pale green or beige skirt suit cut just above the knees, sensible shoes, hair in a bob so as not to interfere with her daily tasks. She politely keeps her distance from the tobacco smoke. You can tell it bothers her, but she is too polite to mention it - just as he is too rude and ignorant to notice that it might affect her.
They sit there for about half an hour. She patiently listens and makes reasons and excuses for any and all members of her team of staff, I assume, while he yells and curses at her about them with flailing arms and wild gestures. Each seems like they should be repulsed by each other. And yet they're there, rather too often, getting on like a house on fire.
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