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R. Linda:
Since you have a cold and so do I, and nothing interesting is happening in either of our lives, I be at me wits end to think of something to while the time for me, and amuse you. So, I be thinking back to me trip to the UK with the journalist friend and his friend (I can't admit to Weasil being me "friend") Weasil, who tagged along because he could. Sigh.
Let me say, that in traveling on holiday it only takes but one bugger or situation to spoil it. When we three got away from airport and into the newly renovated Great Eastern Hotel, things went downhill quickly. As you will remember, the water system at the hotel made a horrendous noise when you ran the shower, flushed the toilet, or washed your hands at the sink. This was so bad in fact, that the journalist moved out and off to a friend's place at Katherine's Docks, leaving me and Weasil to deal with the noise on our own. Now Weasil could have left as well (his father had a house in Belgravia with I be sure, had better accommodations), but no, no the Weasil is fascinated with bathroom humour so he stuck it out at the hotel.
Around midday of our first day in London, we three met up at Liverpool Station and from there crossed over to Whitechapel to a restaurant for luncheon. when we had our fill we stopped at a green grocers to pick up ciggies and newspapers. While we were getting what we needed, the policed pulled up outside, and there I be thinking that the Weasil had got himself in some kind of trouble, which is usually the case with the lad. But instead, the two bobbies ran passed us to the back of the store where they came out with an Indian shopkeeper yelling something about a salami and behind him, between the two policemen was a dark-haired pretty thing escorted to the front of the store.
Of course we stopped what we were doing and watched this spectacle while privately thanking God and beyond we were not the focus of law enforcement because of our young friend, Mr. Trouble. But that said, it didn't stop us from becoming involved in the play out of action.
I, not being around Indian immigrants enough, does not have a good ear for understanding their accent, so clueless, I watched as our journalist friend stepped forward and got into the fray. I rolled me eyes and stepped back to try and disappear into the aisle unnoticed. I was practicing journalistic rule number 1. Do not participate in the action, just report on it.
Weasil was behind me whispering in me ear what was being said. Seems the woman was being arrested for shoplifting a salami. Worse she had stuck it in her underwear and of course the shopkeeper did not want it back. Jordie (journalist friend) had understood what the problem was and being who he is, stepped up where Weasil and I did not venture to. He said from the look of the "child" (she wasn't, but good ploy to make the word 'innocent' spring to mind), that she was obviously hungry. One of the coppers came out with a "Do you think?" and then and there Jordie and anyone else looking on knew she was going to the nick hungry or not. The shopkeeper noticing we were three possible sales saw money signs and suddenly had a bout of conscience. He looked at Jordie and asked if he'd pay for the salami because it was useless having resided in the "child's" underwear, and he might reconsider filing charges.
I had to cover Weasil's mouth to keep his outburst of laughter from being heard and spoiling the moment. Jordie said he'd pay for the salami but the shopkeeper was to drop his arrest of the "child" and give her a loaf of bread to go with the salami, which he'd spring for as well. That was agreed to as money changed hands, but the coppers had other ideas.
Young Copper: "We can't answer calls like this if all you do is have us make an appearance. In she goes."
Jordie: "Wait, I know the girl (he lied), and there is a plausible reason why she did this."
Young Copper: "And what reason would that be? Hunger?"
Jordie: "Hunger of another version."
Everyone including the girl: "Huh?"
Jordie: " Explanation is simple, she was missing her Italian boyfriend."
They let her go chuckling. Jordie escorted her out of the shop as the grateful "child" gushed her appreciation and he sent her on her way with the salami and loaf of bread. True story.
Gabe
Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved
R. Linda:
Since you have a cold and so do I, and nothing interesting is happening in either of our lives, I be at me wits end to think of something to while the time for me, and amuse you. So, I be thinking back to me trip to the UK with the journalist friend and his friend (I can't admit to Weasil being me "friend") Weasil, who tagged along because he could. Sigh.
Let me say, that in traveling on holiday it only takes but one bugger or situation to spoil it. When we three got away from airport and into the newly renovated Great Eastern Hotel, things went downhill quickly. As you will remember, the water system at the hotel made a horrendous noise when you ran the shower, flushed the toilet, or washed your hands at the sink. This was so bad in fact, that the journalist moved out and off to a friend's place at Katherine's Docks, leaving me and Weasil to deal with the noise on our own. Now Weasil could have left as well (his father had a house in Belgravia with I be sure, had better accommodations), but no, no the Weasil is fascinated with bathroom humour so he stuck it out at the hotel.
Around midday of our first day in London, we three met up at Liverpool Station and from there crossed over to Whitechapel to a restaurant for luncheon. when we had our fill we stopped at a green grocers to pick up ciggies and newspapers. While we were getting what we needed, the policed pulled up outside, and there I be thinking that the Weasil had got himself in some kind of trouble, which is usually the case with the lad. But instead, the two bobbies ran passed us to the back of the store where they came out with an Indian shopkeeper yelling something about a salami and behind him, between the two policemen was a dark-haired pretty thing escorted to the front of the store.
Of course we stopped what we were doing and watched this spectacle while privately thanking God and beyond we were not the focus of law enforcement because of our young friend, Mr. Trouble. But that said, it didn't stop us from becoming involved in the play out of action.
I, not being around Indian immigrants enough, does not have a good ear for understanding their accent, so clueless, I watched as our journalist friend stepped forward and got into the fray. I rolled me eyes and stepped back to try and disappear into the aisle unnoticed. I was practicing journalistic rule number 1. Do not participate in the action, just report on it.
Weasil was behind me whispering in me ear what was being said. Seems the woman was being arrested for shoplifting a salami. Worse she had stuck it in her underwear and of course the shopkeeper did not want it back. Jordie (journalist friend) had understood what the problem was and being who he is, stepped up where Weasil and I did not venture to. He said from the look of the "child" (she wasn't, but good ploy to make the word 'innocent' spring to mind), that she was obviously hungry. One of the coppers came out with a "Do you think?" and then and there Jordie and anyone else looking on knew she was going to the nick hungry or not. The shopkeeper noticing we were three possible sales saw money signs and suddenly had a bout of conscience. He looked at Jordie and asked if he'd pay for the salami because it was useless having resided in the "child's" underwear, and he might reconsider filing charges.
I had to cover Weasil's mouth to keep his outburst of laughter from being heard and spoiling the moment. Jordie said he'd pay for the salami but the shopkeeper was to drop his arrest of the "child" and give her a loaf of bread to go with the salami, which he'd spring for as well. That was agreed to as money changed hands, but the coppers had other ideas.
Young Copper: "We can't answer calls like this if all you do is have us make an appearance. In she goes."
Jordie: "Wait, I know the girl (he lied), and there is a plausible reason why she did this."
Young Copper: "And what reason would that be? Hunger?"
Jordie: "Hunger of another version."
Everyone including the girl: "Huh?"
Jordie: " Explanation is simple, she was missing her Italian boyfriend."
They let her go chuckling. Jordie escorted her out of the shop as the grateful "child" gushed her appreciation and he sent her on her way with the salami and loaf of bread. True story.
Gabe
Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved
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