August 2018 by just a wolf
I was strolling through my already remarked centre the Parkway centre and stumbled across such an establishment named 'pondland'. It came to my astonishment that no pounds were visible to have been sold on the shelves of this deceitful establishment.
I then gathered the groceries I so much required and then retired to the clerk's desk. The man, his name card stating that his name was Desmond Richardson, was the senior male that seemed to be serving my grocery pleasures today.
He scanned the items rested in my steel, rubber-handeled shopping basket. Then, 'twenty smackeroos, please.' He remarked quite abruptly. I then passed on to him the twenty pound note that I had stored in the back pocket of my jeans.
'Shop again.' He requested moodily. I picked up the ten pence, plastic, delicate bag and escorted myself out of the store, then turned to burger King as my only true friend in this situation.
Well that was the situation I participated in on Friday 13th. I hope you have had fun reading this. GOOD DAY