It can be a bit of a blight on our lives, Junk Mail. Waiting for that all important letter to arrive, with excitement building as the postie approaches…only to have your hopes dashed as leaflets for drain cleaning, and discount pet food drop onto the doormat in its place.
Occasionally, it CAN be the source of titillation, however. This week, I was blessed to have a glossy flooring company leaflet permeate the letter box. Glossy images of various, new floorings covered both sides, and the creators were advocating for three unique selling points (or at least they probably believed they were somehow unique). The first two were fairly boring and innocuous – no job too large or small, the first. The second just as bland – a wide range of stockists. The third, well….what can I say…’we come to you’. Yeah, no shit Sherlock!
Comedy Parking
We had a lovely night out with friends at an amazing Indian restaurant this week. The food was to die for, but that’s not important. Two of our friends arrived once we had been shown to our table, and the floor to ceiling windows which overlooked the car park out front provided ample view of the spectacle about to unfold. Some idiot had parked their Ford Focus in such a manner which took over two bays, and we managed to grab the last single bay (now) available, and so we did wonder where our friends would park when they arrived.
It just so happened that a young family left the restaurant just before our friends arrived, and our friends spotted their departure as they were scanning for a spare bay. Hazard lights switched on. Intent made clear. That didn’t stop the selfies (in a car park), or the cooing of the review of said selfies. Nor did it stop the prolonged goodbyes. In fact, another couple left before them, and vacated the adjacent bay to the one the young family were making no real intent to leave from. Our friends duly started to pull into the now vacated bay, and almost made it before the young selfie-takers motioned to suggest they were now in fact leaving, and just needed to fit the car seat-cum-travel cot. The young family did signal that they would pull out of their bay first though. Which they did….just not by enough room to allow our friends past! They were about as rapid with the car seat as they were with their selfies. They made it in to the restaurant eventually (our friends). Just in time for me to order my second pint!
