Some people get a bit funny! What... funny ha, ha or funny peculiar?
I went to the cash point this morning. Nothing unusual, but it was the early hours of the morning and it was still quite dark because I'd just finished a night shift so I had my wits about me.
I joined the queue which was as short as a piglet's tail because there was only one woman ahead of me. As I cautiously looked around, I noticed an old lady. She looked quite shifty to me. If she were a teenager wearing a hoodie, I would have
been ulta suspicious because I've been brainwashed into thinking anyone wearing a hoodie is up to no good. I've even caught myself acting suspicious simply because I'm wearing a hoodie! Even worse, I regard my children with suspicion if they ever dare to walk into our house with a hood on. I mean, these are my very own flesh and bloody babies - teenagers now - but I'd be very happy to re-count the ten pound notes in my purse if I find them in my house, in hoodie, anywhere near my handbag.
Anyway, lady, acting suspicious, near cash point... I looked at her and she
smiled. I gave her a luke-warm smile and then looked away. Now I'm beginning to think she's a gypsy or an asylum seeker waiting for me to key in my pin number and do some kind of banking fraud on me. But then I heard her say I'm in the queue! IN THIS QUEUE? This is what I said in my head but I realised I had to say it out loud and she replied yes. Well I couldn't believe my ears and eyes because this old lady was standing about 10 people away from the cash point. She then said I didn't want to stand too close because people get a bit funny. I said Oh!
I wanted to ask her what in the world was she thinking standing practically across the road waiting to use the cash point in an imaginary queue. I know good and well that people can get "a bit funny" if you're standing too close to them at the ATM, but this old lady had taken it a bit too far for my liking.
I joined the queue which was as short as a piglet's tail because there was only one woman ahead of me. As I cautiously looked around, I noticed an old lady. She looked quite shifty to me. If she were a teenager wearing a hoodie, I would have
been ulta suspicious because I've been brainwashed into thinking anyone wearing a hoodie is up to no good. I've even caught myself acting suspicious simply because I'm wearing a hoodie! Even worse, I regard my children with suspicion if they ever dare to walk into our house with a hood on. I mean, these are my very own flesh and bloody babies - teenagers now - but I'd be very happy to re-count the ten pound notes in my purse if I find them in my house, in hoodie, anywhere near my handbag.Anyway, lady, acting suspicious, near cash point... I looked at her and she
smiled. I gave her a luke-warm smile and then looked away. Now I'm beginning to think she's a gypsy or an asylum seeker waiting for me to key in my pin number and do some kind of banking fraud on me. But then I heard her say I'm in the queue! IN THIS QUEUE? This is what I said in my head but I realised I had to say it out loud and she replied yes. Well I couldn't believe my ears and eyes because this old lady was standing about 10 people away from the cash point. She then said I didn't want to stand too close because people get a bit funny. I said Oh!I wanted to ask her what in the world was she thinking standing practically across the road waiting to use the cash point in an imaginary queue. I know good and well that people can get "a bit funny" if you're standing too close to them at the ATM, but this old lady had taken it a bit too far for my liking.
In the words of my grandma Florrie Mayfield, I don't agree with your method [old lady at the ATM], but I guess I understand.
posted by August Mayfield at
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