It was fast approaching summer, but for two days the rain had fallen relentlessly, folk scurried about with their heads down doing what they had to do paying no attention to the old man as he slowly walked up the street and into Big Bills Greasy Fur Ball Café.
A waitress says hello and he replies It’s a terrible day, she says yes but is puzzled that his clothes are bone dry Can I get you something she asks. . . . Bacon and Eggs and toast thanks . . . . But she is confused did you say X . . . No Eggs he says as he slowly slides open an old matchbox in front of him on the table. As the waitress turns round she is confronted by two men . . . We are here for the X the shorter one says in a strong Russian accent. The waitress laughs and says you want X as well, do you want them fried, the Russian now confused says We want them in a plain brown paper bag . . . . . . . . . So a takeaway then, a fried x sandwich maybe said the waitress. . . . The Russian still confused says to takeaway yes, we will wait by the door.
And if you did not read yesterdays post then this is somewhat meaningless . . . . . NO its true you need to read yesterday first (AH DAMN you have just read all this)
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