CanucksTraveller
Macho Business Donkey Wrestler
- Location
- Hertfordshire
I found myself blessed with fortune and yet feeling mildly deflated yesterday. I'd pulled out a shopping trolley from the shelter at the supermarket, and there, in a once in a blue moon occurrence, was a sealed half case of house Shiraz staring up at me, clearly paid for by someone but left behind in error.
Yippee! 30 quid or so of free booze! The angel on one shoulder said "hand it in, someone's missing that..." The devil on the other side of course said "put it in the boot, Mother Theresa".
Except I really hate Shiraz, and so does everyone I know, I literally couldn't have given it away. I took it inside to Customer Service, where even the man on the desk turned his nose up at it. He said he'd hold on to it and see if the owner came back.
If it had been something properly nice like Chablis then I think that would have been a hugely memorable day, but on the face of it I felt short changed by the Gods. Hell, even Pigot Grigot would have been alright.
Has Lady Luck ever smiled on you similarly, while sneakily farting in your slippers and giggling?
Yippee! 30 quid or so of free booze! The angel on one shoulder said "hand it in, someone's missing that..." The devil on the other side of course said "put it in the boot, Mother Theresa".
Except I really hate Shiraz, and so does everyone I know, I literally couldn't have given it away. I took it inside to Customer Service, where even the man on the desk turned his nose up at it. He said he'd hold on to it and see if the owner came back.
If it had been something properly nice like Chablis then I think that would have been a hugely memorable day, but on the face of it I felt short changed by the Gods. Hell, even Pigot Grigot would have been alright.
Has Lady Luck ever smiled on you similarly, while sneakily farting in your slippers and giggling?