Warm and sultry. A little cooler than Saturday but not by much. Nice and cool in the shop though.
Saw the regular customers apart from my Eeyore man who shops fortnightly. It was a good day with only a few Sunday Zombies. Just one bloke who decided to try and wear my name out, by being unfamiliar. That is why I hate having to wear one, I get the need for it, but then you get a twonk who thinks it their God given right to use it at every possible juncture. Like, Hello Michelle, could I have a bag Michelle, how much is that Michelle, Thank you Michelle, they are only buying five items so it's in a span of about a minute, tops. Over the top, and if you want opinion passive aggressive. Like it's OK mate, you proved you can read, and now you know my name. Congratulations, now do one. Of course I'm just sitting there with my smile plastered on my face, being the professional that I am. In my head I'm lighting the bonfire that will burn him...
Apart from him most people were pleasant, and we got done and headed home. The 4.15 58 was running late, so we dropped lucky, getting to the bus stop for 20 past as it pulled up. As we were a little earlier in town we popped in Tesco to do a bit of extra shopping. The Cotgrave was on time for once, and when we got on we saw why. The driver thought he was Max Verstappen. We hit every pot hole at about sixty mph. I am surprised I still have a spine intact. Your life in their hands indeed. Relieved to be off that thrill ride and make it home.
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