Sleepover

Love thy neighbour rather than shoot 'em here. Saturday night movie-watching.


Tonight I headed round to Spar when we ran out of wine. It was pissing down so I had my hood up when I went in.


At the counter it went like this:

Counter Lady: "I'm sorry sir, but I'll need to see some ID."

Counter Man turns to her and whispers: "No, no, it's ok."

Me, smiling: "Would a wee look at my grey wig suffice?"

(I pull the hood down)

Counter Lady: "I'm really sorry about that sir."

Me: "Nae worries hen. You've made my night."