Pearls of wisdom from an octogenarian who’s seen it all…
Read the F***ing Notice!
Queueing in the sunshine for an ice cream. The place has about forty flavours and a strict queuing system. Today’s flavours are displayed on a blackboard. Beside this there is a notice saying.
‘Please choose your flavour before entering so that other people aren’t kept waiting any longer than necessary.’
There’s also a little girl popping up and down the queue asking people to please choose their flavour from the blackboard.
I know the two women in front of me are too busy blethering.
In they go.
“What flavours have you got?”, one says brightly.
Read the fucking notice, assholes.