Tick tock

For reasons that baffle me, the powers that be have decided that my cafe will remain open until 7pm.
Which is pointless as there are no customers after 5:30.

So on this fateful evening I spent the last hour of work doing very little.

I did overhear this rather moronic conversation.

Old woman: Fit we deen for dinner?

Miserable looking woman: Dunno

Old woman: I can mack chilli?

Miserable looking woman: aright al buy some mince.

Old woman: aye, I'll need mince.

Miserable looking woman: Fit aboot Carol?

Old Woman: Fit aboot her?

Miserable looking woman: Shes a veggie.

Old woman: we'll she can eat aroon the mince.

Miserable looking woman: aye aright.



She can eat around it?!

So she's gonna eat some rice?!

Fucken mongs!!