Cabbages have no honer
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 9:03 am
I was at work today, sitting on the counter looking lonesome, when a cabbage roled through the door, totaly at random, coming to rest by the scanner. I stared at it, it stared back, looking all smug and sure of itself, as though it knew something that I didn't and was laughing at my ignorance.
About a minuet later, I spotted one our regular shoplifters, walking with a hurried pace away from Jamey (one of my colegues) toward the door. Sudenly he broke into a run, taking his chances that he might not get caught, while all the while I just sat there, looking at the cabiage in suden realisation at what it was smiling about. The bumbling theif totaly naglected to watch where he was going, trod on the offending flora and promptly fell forward, knocking a pile of boxed fans that were stacked to one side, which proceded to fall on top of him, knocking over a SoftWare stand in the process. Releaved of his goods, Jamey and Olly grabbed the chav by the armpits and 'escorted him' from the premicies and into the awaiting arms of the police, all the while I just sat there, looking bewilderdly at the scene of distruction. It would take us at least an hour to clear away, more to the point I'd only just cleaned the bloody Software Stand, the fruits of my labour sprawed across the floor like fallen soldures on a battle feild.
The cabage was about the onlything in the area to come away realativly unscaved, the old lady who's shoping bag had dropped out of wandering back in and simply picking it up again as though nothing had happend...I could practicaly feel it sticking its tong out at me....
Vegtables have no honer.
About a minuet later, I spotted one our regular shoplifters, walking with a hurried pace away from Jamey (one of my colegues) toward the door. Sudenly he broke into a run, taking his chances that he might not get caught, while all the while I just sat there, looking at the cabiage in suden realisation at what it was smiling about. The bumbling theif totaly naglected to watch where he was going, trod on the offending flora and promptly fell forward, knocking a pile of boxed fans that were stacked to one side, which proceded to fall on top of him, knocking over a SoftWare stand in the process. Releaved of his goods, Jamey and Olly grabbed the chav by the armpits and 'escorted him' from the premicies and into the awaiting arms of the police, all the while I just sat there, looking bewilderdly at the scene of distruction. It would take us at least an hour to clear away, more to the point I'd only just cleaned the bloody Software Stand, the fruits of my labour sprawed across the floor like fallen soldures on a battle feild.
The cabage was about the onlything in the area to come away realativly unscaved, the old lady who's shoping bag had dropped out of wandering back in and simply picking it up again as though nothing had happend...I could practicaly feel it sticking its tong out at me....
Vegtables have no honer.