Driving the van in before the week starts we have a bit of time to kill. We decide to park up and grab some papers till its time to move. In this little newsagent we head to the back where the papers are kept and the place is pretty well stocked.
The shop in question has not so much a top shelf section…as it really is more a top, middle or bottom shelf section. There must have been 150 titles to choose from and I also noticed that behind the top shelf there was the “real top shelf” behind the actual top shelf. Looking at the juicy titles on show I could only imagine what was behind
“Don’t suppose this guy has a copy of The Economist” I say.
“It’s right there” my lawyer points out.
Sure enough underneath “Big Swinging Tits”, in between “Swingers Monthly” and “Classy Ass” is my copy of the Economist.
I take it to the counter and the guy picks it up shocked like and proceeds to hum and haw over it. As he scans it looking for the price I soon realise that he probably hasn’t sold this particular publication ever.
I eventually tell him its £4 and he agrees quickly and takes my money.
I sit down and begin to read my periodically of choice with a very interesting article about how the UK will profit under Margret Thatcher…I guess it was sitting there a while.
Mr Bison
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