I think I was mistaken for a drug addict today.
I was in " Poundland" looking for cheap carpet cleaner ( please dont tell the Prof) when I caught one of the store staff giving me a dirty look.
Admittedly I wasn't looking at my best , but You don't dress up for poundland do you?
I picked my carpet cleaner, added a tin of fabreeze in a fit of extravagance and was at the till when the store woman gave me another funny look.
I saw her glance at my shirt pocket, and then I knew why she looked like a bulldog chewing a toffee
I was in " Poundland" looking for cheap carpet cleaner ( please dont tell the Prof) when I caught one of the store staff giving me a dirty look.
Admittedly I wasn't looking at my best , but You don't dress up for poundland do you?
I picked my carpet cleaner, added a tin of fabreeze in a fit of extravagance and was at the till when the store woman gave me another funny look.
I saw her glance at my shirt pocket, and then I knew why she looked like a bulldog chewing a toffee
For in my pocket were three syringes full of anti emetic medication I had collected from the vets this morning in readiness for me to inject Meg with over the next day or so.
what an interesting life you lead, John LOL Still, at least you gave her a tale to regale her friends with!
ReplyDeleteAh well. As one of my daughters says, it's not my business what other people think of me.
ReplyDeleteLet her think what she wanted. But yeah, that's sort of understandable.
They shouldn't judge, you might be the cardiac surgeon on the way to save their loved one.
ReplyDeleteWith a walking Dead t shirt on?
DeleteA cardiac surgeon with a good sense of humour?
DeleteJohn, our Residents have worn worse.
DeleteA common sight here in the Velvet Ghetto. Still this post and the photo made me wheeze-laugh.
ReplyDeleteRebecca
all in a day's work, john.
ReplyDeleteOn multiple errands, one doesn't often think about (or care for that matter) what other people think of them.
ReplyDeletePretty plaid, btw.
I guess you'll be a talking point at the cashiers family's home tonight!!
ReplyDeleteHope they work for sweet Meg.
ReplyDeleteAs long as shes comfortable donna.......they may win thebattle, but unfortunately the war has already been won
DeleteWhen you have several errands this is what happens. This is were a purse might help.
ReplyDeleteYou would not look out of place in the southwest of my city, cartel country.
Hope Meg is resting nicely today.
Just read Gill's comment, perfect !
cheers, parsnip
A purse?
DeleteThat would be a FIRST in Trelawnyd
Satchel, John, satchel (or man bag)! Still not in Trelawnyd...?
DeleteNaw
DeletePerhaps i could get away with aplastic carrier bag
A leather valise would solve the problem stylishly.
DeleteYou are a man for all seasons, John...in the best of times & in the worst of times, your life is filled with humour...really do hope those injections help Meg.
ReplyDeleteAnd she didn't have the courtesy to perceive you as a med student, at minimum! For shame!
ReplyDeleteMed student!
DeleteIm 53 for gawd s sake x
I can top that!!!!!! I was once mistaken for a prostitute. While once waiting in Germany at a pedestrian crossing for the light to turn green, I heard this male voice behind me, asking: "Are you working?"
ReplyDeleteYou tart iris!
DeleteHehe!! I had no idea how politely this 'business' was being conducted!
DeleteI know it isn't funny, but I'm giggling at what that shopkeeper must have been thinking!
ReplyDeleteSyringes and carpet cleaner????
AND fabreeze
DeleteThat is a rather funny scene; those needles are not commonly seen in shirt pockets, thats for sure.
ReplyDeleteI think she was astonished that someone with your fetching good looks could have gone to pot (in a manner of speaking).
ReplyDeleteThe crazy thing is that it is pointless buying drugs in Pound Land. Paracetemol which costs 32p in Waitrose costs, well, a whole pound in, well, Pound Land.
ReplyDeleteShe thought you had just picked up your methadone.
ReplyDeleteMethadone as injections? I've only ever seen it as tablets.
DeleteI have no idea Viking.
DeleteI want to read her blog post for the day!
ReplyDeleteHelen
It could of been your insulin for all they know! I like that plaid too. Maybe a man bag wouldn't be a bad idea. One of those sharp handmade leather bags.
ReplyDeleteHope the meds make Meg feel better!
When I was a teenager (long, long ago), out for the day with my friend Janet, we were sitting innocently by the riverside eating a picnic, when we were swooped on by six big, burly coppers. Someone had reported Janet 'shooting up', but she was an insulin dependent diabetic, and had been injecting herself with insulin!
ReplyDeleteOf course, if I was surrounded by six big burly bobbies today, I'd think my luck was in! I'm also at the age when coppers all look like children and not many of them look as though they could hurt you, which is a shame. We need a few old fashioned neighbourhood bobbies again, the sort that put the fear of God into you!
The coppers should have known......that anyone called " janet" couldnt have been up to no good
DeleteJanets are good girls
Syringes in Poundland must have been a first for them. It would be for me.
ReplyDeleteOh John, glad you can still write a funny post.
ReplyDeleteYeah, yeah, yeah. Meds for Meg, a likely story.
ReplyDeleteOnly you John :)
ReplyDeleteShe probably thought you were going to drink the carpet cleaner too.
ReplyDeleteAnd the fabreeze?
DeleteWell, you'd sniff the Febreeze, obvious really!
DeleteIt does look a little suspect I suppose!
ReplyDeleteHehe. Ah, John. Life is never dull, is it?
ReplyDeleteDull is good soetimes
DeleteThank goodness no desperate addict tried to pick that top pocket John !
ReplyDeleteHope the meds work for darling Meg.
She's certainly brighter tonight and has eaten more...but i am more than aware that we are only treating the symptoms and NOT the cause.
DeleteMore likely she looked at you in a funny way because she recognised you as that guy who leaves chutney jars full of shit in pub toilets
ReplyDeleteThey probably thought you were sniffing the carpet cleaner as well. I mean, these druggie types, they'll resort to anything....
ReplyDeleteHi John thinking of you and the sweet Meg , good to have a giggle at your latest escapade . X
ReplyDeleteYou...the talk of the town now!
ReplyDeleteI have a fountain pen that I can only fill with a syringe. The last time I visited a chemist to ask for a new one, I was given it for free, along with a somewhat accusing look.
ReplyDeleteIt is not the syringes which would worry me, but the plaid jacket John.
ReplyDeleteSyringes..carpet cleaner..febreeze..walking dead t-shirt(love the show) You thought drug dealer. Bet she thought you were going to do away with someone and clean up!
ReplyDeleteHow fast will the rumors spread?
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