Well, she came back in....for a coffee this time. Apparently I make the best coffee in town. I beg to differ. Although the Keurig is nice, the Biscuit Eater has that title hands down for their Americano.
Anyway, I told her I wasn't in the business of selling coffee, that it was for my customers. She said she hates Tim Horton's and held out four quarters. Now I'm not a heartless bastard but I don't want her hanging around the shop so I made the coffee, handed it to her and said firmly that it was the last cup. She reeked of cigarettes, a smell that repulses me although reminds me of my parents in one swift waft. I joke how I smoked heavily as a small child, two puffing parents with unfiltered cigarettes, yup, I've inhaled in a bit of second hand smoke in my day. Was never interested in the stuff myself. It's hard to be glamorous while green around the gills and almost coughing up the lining of your stomach. Not the movie star look the cigarette manufactures tried to promote.
I wonder what kind of company this ring woman keeps. I get the feeling she isn't someone to have hanging around maybe casing the joint, looking at all my wool. I couldn't resist a dig saying "because she's allergic to wool she shouldn't be in here and she once again said, I'm not allergic to wool, I wear lots of wool things. So she isn't sticking to her lie and that dead critter is beaten as far as I can go.
Then she volunteered an update on the ring. Apparently someone stole it off her. She called an appraiser in Halifax and took the ring in and he took off with it. Boy, maybe I was wrong about that bit of bling....it was obviously very valuable, worth enough to leave a legitimate business for, run off and leave the wife and kiddies to wallow in the lap of luxury on some far away island. Yup, sure missed out on the a deal of a lifetime there.......
Remember Don Knotts? I was searching for a bulgy eyed woman picture and he popped up. What blast from my past. I'll never forget The Ghost and Mr. Chicken when he spent the night in a haunted house...my favourite of the series of movies he made in the 60's. And remember Frances the Talking Mule with Donald O'Conner? Loved that stuff! They don't make them like that any more....good clean fun. Inspiring laughter so hard that tears run down your leg!
Anyway, I told her I wasn't in the business of selling coffee, that it was for my customers. She said she hates Tim Horton's and held out four quarters. Now I'm not a heartless bastard but I don't want her hanging around the shop so I made the coffee, handed it to her and said firmly that it was the last cup. She reeked of cigarettes, a smell that repulses me although reminds me of my parents in one swift waft. I joke how I smoked heavily as a small child, two puffing parents with unfiltered cigarettes, yup, I've inhaled in a bit of second hand smoke in my day. Was never interested in the stuff myself. It's hard to be glamorous while green around the gills and almost coughing up the lining of your stomach. Not the movie star look the cigarette manufactures tried to promote.
I wonder what kind of company this ring woman keeps. I get the feeling she isn't someone to have hanging around maybe casing the joint, looking at all my wool. I couldn't resist a dig saying "because she's allergic to wool she shouldn't be in here and she once again said, I'm not allergic to wool, I wear lots of wool things. So she isn't sticking to her lie and that dead critter is beaten as far as I can go.
Then she volunteered an update on the ring. Apparently someone stole it off her. She called an appraiser in Halifax and took the ring in and he took off with it. Boy, maybe I was wrong about that bit of bling....it was obviously very valuable, worth enough to leave a legitimate business for, run off and leave the wife and kiddies to wallow in the lap of luxury on some far away island. Yup, sure missed out on the a deal of a lifetime there.......
Remember Don Knotts? I was searching for a bulgy eyed woman picture and he popped up. What blast from my past. I'll never forget The Ghost and Mr. Chicken when he spent the night in a haunted house...my favourite of the series of movies he made in the 60's. And remember Frances the Talking Mule with Donald O'Conner? Loved that stuff! They don't make them like that any more....good clean fun. Inspiring laughter so hard that tears run down your leg!
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