Posted by Hybernation
on Fri 13 Feb 09, 9:15 PM to Hybernation's blog.
A memory came back from nowhere. A knock on the door, it was the scrap people who come to your door every so often to ask for any scrap metal.
I opened the door, I saw this guy he looked at me and said "What the fuck is that?".
He came to my door to ask for something and then looked at me like I was dirt.
| 13 Feb 09, 11:13 PM Jezzebelle UK, 10 yrs  |
Their problem not yours! http://www.flickr.com/photos/jezzebelle/ |
| 18 Feb 09, 7:34 AM submitman1 UK(SS), 6 yrs |
I do hope you offered him a suitable reply to his comment and pointed out his chances of getting any business were very close to zero if not below. Take care. With respect and in slavery |
