Last week I went to the supermarket after school to do the usual pain-in-it big shop. But I went in a different coat than usual. This, while not hindering the delightful experience in any material way, was a logistical blunder. The Other Coat, you see, has a pound coin in the pocket, for the trolley.
I had two fifty pence pieces but they were about as much use as one legged man in a shin kicking contest. Unless I could swap them for a quid. Or...or I could ask the trolley attendant to uncouple me a vehicle so I could be on my way. I was nervous of doing this, having been knocked back once before while trying to pull this stunt. Nothing ventured.
He was standing to attention by the ranks of gleaming trolleys when I approached with the words "You couldn't see yourself to using your thingy to unlock a trolley for me, could you, please?"
Despite the rather ambigous choice of phrase he leapt into action with the retort "I would fashion you a thingy from finest silver if I had the means, meanwhile I will utilise this one to gain you a trolley." I thanked him most sincerely and he rejoined with "Your beauty will sustain me for the rest of the day."
Despite the obvious fact that he was clearly clinically insane, and somewhat challenged in the orthodintic arts, I lapped it all up and entered the Palace of the Draining of Spirits with a smile on my face.