After the midweek Facebook Bible rant, I still had enough strength for a short burst in Lidl’s today. I was vaguely aware of a woman (poss mid 60’s) carrying a bush around in the shop. Gawd knows what it was but it was quite large and sticky outy (the bush I mean). She seemed to be accompanied by her husband. At the other end of the shop was a huge West Indian Guy and what I guessed was his girlfriend who was caked in makeup and tottering on ‘eye eels’ (Essex dress shoes). I also guess that she lived all her life in Essex possibly originating from Turkey – or maybe the Middle East. They were arguing about artichokes and I felt so sorry for the guy as her ultra annoying voice and attitude cut through just about everything. These 2 were roughly mid 30’s.
The conversation went something like this after the Essex Turkish lady (ET) appeared to shove past the bush lady (BL) and her hubby (BM). ET took a ridiculous avoidance dance to dodge the bush’s branches. BL barely moved.
ET – Oi Oi. What the hell are you doing innit?
BL – Sorry beg your pardon?
ET – I struggled to get past your bush then you jabbed me in the face with it.
BL – I’m sorry but I didn’t move when you pushed past me.
ET – You clearly did bitch you attacked me with your plant.
Then the Bush Man appeared and I noticed that he was wearing glasses with one of the lenses blacked out. Was there a chance that BL was a serial eye poker? I dismissed the idea and observed the continuation…
BM – Hey come on we’re peaceful people.
ET – I’m peaceful too but I’ve just been assaulted innit?
All this time the huge West Indian guy stared at his shoes with an embarrassed smirk on his face. I didn’t think that I wanted to get involved but almost subconsciously I was moving closer so maybe I fancied just a bit. I was close and began to stare. She caught my eye but then looked away, I was naughty and held my stare and then it happened. She looked again and bit….
ET – What are you looking at?
ME – Well I’m not sure but I could guess.
ET – Go on then mate. You just guess.
ME – Well, I guess that I’m looking at a woman who clearly has some sort of behavioural problem. I can’t believe you’re still upset about the artichokes that I heard you rowing about with your man a few minutes ago – I’m guessing that this is just an example of your atrocious personality. I bet you got all excited when you saw the bush lady’s predicament of having to carry that awkward load through the supermarket. An opportunity to ‘bring on the nasty’. Similar in some ways to your boyfriend’s predicament of having to get his own awkward load through the shop – and I mean YOU if that was a bit deep for you.
ET – What the fakkin ell is it to do with you?
ME – You asked me to guess what I was looking at so I did.
ET – You wanna watch your maff mate.
I glanced a little warily towards the huge West Indian guy but he was still staring at his shoes with the same look on his face. I took that as a licence to continue.
But I didn’t. Because I’m a nice guy. ET and partner moved toward the tills with ET still wittering. BL approached me and I braced myself for a hearty vote of appreciation but apparently I was in the way of the tomatoes. Charming.
I saw ET and her heavily oppressed partner get in their vehicle in the car park. I had assumed it was going to be a diamond white BMW X5 but turned out to be an X reg Nissan. Rubbish.
This next bit is very unlikely to have happened but you never know….
On the way back to Essex they stopped at Fleet services where I very much doubt if the following conversation took place between ET and a surprised fast food employee (FF).
FF – Good evening madam. How can I help you this evening?
ET – I wanna court a panda.
FF – Sorry madam, the exotic animal dating service is closed at weekends.
ET – Ya fakkin wat mate innit?
FF – Would you like something to eat madam?
ET – COURT A FAKKIN PANDA!!!!!
FF – Oh a quarter pounder. D’you want fries with that?