Saturday, 1500 hours. Crowded double-decker, Central London.
“Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, watch where the fuck you’re going!”
“SORRY! Ugh!”
***
“Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”
“No.”
“Oh. Oh, I thought I hit something…”
“I said no.”
“Oh. Um, alright then.”
“Look, you didn’t hit me, okay.”
“Oookay.”
“Fine.”
“Fine!”
“Fine.”
***
“Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”
“Ow! Yes, that hurt tremendously.”
“Oh? Oh. Um, I’m really sorry.”
“How sorry?”
“Ummm…?”
“Sorry enough to go for a coffee with me?”
“Huh?”
“Coffee shop. Next stop. Down the road. You can buy me one if it will make you feel better?”
“Yeah… Yes. Yes, that would be lovely.”
***
“Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but that’s quite alright.”
13 February 2008 at 11:39 am
Point of order: if this took place on a crowded London double-decker bus, how come none of them speak honest-to-goodness, cor-blimey-guv’nor, apples-‘n’-pears, trouble-‘n’-strife, jellied-eels-innit, Cockney? London is, after all, renowned for its cheeky Cockney chaps and chapesses, innit? Awroight?
Please correct this dreadful omission in any future London-based episodes. I thank you.
13 February 2008 at 12:41 pm
yeah I think the last two rock!
I wonder if you’d be up to submit and pimp this if you get a free mo:
http://peacharse.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-not-only-one_10.html X
14 February 2008 at 5:20 pm
AUW: They don’t call me ‘the mad septic’ for nothing!
Peach: I’m generally more of a whore than a pimp, but I’ll see what I can do. ;)