Had to pop to the corner shop tonight to get some sunflower oil so I could fry up some felafel for dinner for me and my flatmate.

I plonked the oil on the counter at the shop to pay for it only to be greeted - well, not so much ‘greeted’, but ‘faced’ - by the most unenthusiastic shop assistant ever. Either she was suffering with some chronic disease, or an amazingly bad hangover.

It was just as well she had a trendy haircut as her extra-long fringe was shielding her bloodshot eyes from the glare of the artificial lights in the shop. After an initial ‘hello’, to which she responded with a croaky whisper and a big sigh, I conducted the rest of my interaction with her in silence as I felt I might make her ears bleed if I so much as whispered a ‘thank you’ to her.

The sick little puppy part of me started running an ‘Ally McBeal’ style fantasy scenario in my head - I secretly wanted to pop the cap on the bottle of sunflower oil and start glugging it down in front of this particular sick little puppy (who was blatantly failing to provide any form of half-decent customer service) to see if I could make her start projectile vomiting - quite literally, all over the shop.

I didn’t of course - I can’t stand being sick - so I just went home and had felafel, and watched some gorgeous trashy TV in the form of America’s Next Top Model.

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