We all know that I have a turbulent past (turbulent, I say!) with spending my disposable income. Kev has gotten so mad in the past based on my “pointless purchases” that he literally cannot even sometimes. It’s all heartbreaking stuff.
As we wandered around the slightly freezing Lake District in mid-November, me forgetting a proper coat and taking a photo where my nose looks as bright and pink as a carnation, I came across the following in a shop. It was hidden away towards the back along with some other shonky and partially damaged goods:
Now I’m one for a bargain but unless I have another set of draughts with only the black pieces, possibly acquired from a rival store with a similar problem, then surely this is going to remain unsold for some time.
Did they eat all the black pieces thinking they were licorice? Were they stolen by a deranged kleptomaniac with specific requirements? Did anyone get a video?
We will never know the full story and normally I would put good money on them still being there the next time we visit, however human beings are weird and I reckon someone will snap them up sharpish. Possibly as a joke present.
Ack, that should have been me!
6 comments on “Why would you buy this?”
If you’d taken them up on this once-in-a-lifetime offer, you had two options available to you, as I see it.
1. Use liquorice cartwheels as black counters.
2. Use rubber door stops you’ve unscrewed from the lino floor of a large public establishment like a library or hospital.
These are both excellent ideas. I only wish I’d thought of them a month ago. Where were you a month ago, eh?
One month ago I was replacing a length of 40mm PVC waste pipe on the side of my house that had broken during the storm. It carries waste water from the bath and the bathroom sink into the soil stack. I had to get a new pipe, three new push-fit elbow joints and a rubber grommet. Then I took the dog for a walk. I hope this answers your question.
Utter nonsense. You knew what was happening and deliberately positioned yourself on the other side of the country.
Haters gonna hate, Christopher. For shame.
Haters gonna hate and doggos gonna walk. Don’t hate the playa, hate the game. Yo. Peace out.
Now you are part of the homeowners associate Ian, you’ll find yourself typically engaged in the type of tediously exciting activities that Chris was undertaking. You’ll be waxing your soffits in no time. There’ll be no frivolous activities like relaxing or shopping for tat. You’re one of us now. You’re one of us.