Just walked to the village to buy some tickets to see a Michael Jackson impersonator (don't go there
) who is playing in the village amphitheatre next week...
It is a charity do and the tickets are on sale at the charity tat shop...
So, I walk in the shop where the (voluntary) staff outnumber the shoppers and am promptly ignored...
BM: Do you have any Michael Jackson tickets?
Shop Assistant: *looks at me like I have just asked if they have any wank mags and starts rummaging around*
BM: Two please!
SA: *Finds a plastic bag containing books of tickets and removes them* I have to write your name on them - I don't know why *rolls eyes*
BM: Barman
SA: *writes Barman on two stubs" Forty Euros....
BM: *hands €50 note*
SA: I can't take that!
BM: WHY?
SA: We can't take it!
BM: For why? it is that or nothing, I only have another €20 note! *thinks, FFS it isn't like I've given €50 for something that cost €1 or have given them a €500 'drug dealer' note*
Another Shop Assistant: We can take that because we don't have to bank it!
BM: *cheesy grin*
SA: Do we have any change then?
ASA: Yes, in the safe...
SA: *rolls eyes, wanders off to safe and returns with change*
FFS! You'd think they were doing me a favour!
Anyhooo.... it is this guy...
