Coming out of town today.
“So, did you get any good bargains?”, he says.
“What?”, I say.
“Bargains. At the sales, like.”
“Erm, do you see me carrying any bags?”
“No.”
“Well, unless I bought up the whole of the invisible store then it’s unlikely I got any bargains.”
“Right.”
“Nothing caught your fancy then?”
“I wasn’t actually in town for shopping. I came in to have some food which wasn’t turkey or ham or vegetables.”
“What did you have?”
“Noodles in a Japanese noodle place.”
“Nice?”
“Very.”
“They can be spicy, can’t they?”
“I suppose, it depends on what you order.”
“Yeah, those buffalo wings sure can be spicy. I had my first buffalo wing last Christmas with my brother in law. We got drunk in Carlow and ended up in some place at four in the morning eating buffalo wings with some sauce on them.”
“Shut up now, please.”
“I’d love buffalo wings now, so I would.”
“Let me out of the car.”
I walked home in the end. It was for the best.
What kind of a story is that? pointless at least have a storyline. Is life for you that boreing
laffin me hole off