Supermarket fun
On my way home from visiting the girlfriend this afternoon, I stopped in at the nearest Morrisons and parked my bike outside, smiling at the nearest trolley boy who decided it was more than his job was worth to tell the biker that he wasn't allowed to park there. In I stroll, mainly to get some sweets.

As I wander down the central aisle, carrying my crash helmet at thigh height, I'm aware of a high-pitched whine. "Hmm," thinks I pretentiously, "the air conditioning must be buggered." This increases in pitch the nearer I get to the sweeties.

I round the aisle to see a little brat of around 5-6 years old in the midst of a full blown tantrum. Mummy is desperately trying to placate him by loading bag after bag of sweets into the trolley (yes, that'll make him calm down) but he's giving it the full welly, grizzling, stomping up and down, kicking the trolley, irritating the tits off everyone.

Then he decides to run away. Up he runs to the deli at the other end of the aisle. Then for whatever reason, runs the other way, towards me.

*THOK*

Luckily I looked down in time to see the startled expression on his face after bouncing off my crash helmet and going down like a lead balloon. Dazed and confused, he sprawled on the floor, wondering what the hell just happened.

"Sod the sweets love", said I to his mother, "just get one of these!" as I waved my helmet at her.

I then apologised for my length.
(jamesthegill opens new tabs with his scroll wheel, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 16:21, 3 replies)

Did you apologise for size of (purple) helmet?
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 16:33, closed)

Brat got served.
Yay.
( Maladicta, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 18:05, closed)

*click*
for double Led Zeppelin reference
(Sir Clitherington Smythe offers him yourself., Tue 14 Oct 2008, 21:46, closed)