in tesco yesterday, i was waiting at the customer service desk for the person in front to finish. when she'd done, a bloke in a mobility scooter drove between me and the desk on the way to the magazines.
now this mobility scooter was a biggun. it had headlights, baskets and horn. the protective polythene curtains protected the old fart inside from any sort of abuse (as well as the weather). he had unzipped the curtain on the drivers side to moan at anyone who was in the way to move. it must have been pushing six foot tall and was, basically, a nuisance.
the damn thing was too big to take in a supermarket. i marvelled at the way he caused complete chaos navigating around the magazines in his 'pop's pram'. he had a stick in the back with him; why didn't he park it outside and hobble to the magazines?!
better still, order his magazine online and get the tesco van to deliver it into his lounge (through his front garden fence, over the lawn and through the front door).
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