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Friday is my longest shift of the week. I was sweeping up bits of onion skins under the produce stand (yet again - I wish they'd put a liner in the tray or something) when along comes an elderly comedian (thoughts are in italics)
EC: You've missed a bit! hur hur!
Me: (yeah, hilarious, there goes another rib)
EC: I said you've missed a bit!
Me: Yeah. (get away from me before I murder you in the face)
EC: Hmph! Miserable, are we?
Me: (deal with the things I deal with in my job, mate, and see just how much of a ray of sunshine you are)
He then moved away, presumably to give others the benefit of his unique wit.
EC: You've missed a bit! hur hur!
Me: (yeah, hilarious, there goes another rib)
EC: I said you've missed a bit!
Me: Yeah. (get away from me before I murder you in the face)
EC: Hmph! Miserable, are we?
Me: (deal with the things I deal with in my job, mate, and see just how much of a ray of sunshine you are)
He then moved away, presumably to give others the benefit of his unique wit.
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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