Thursday

While he and I generally enjoy the simple banter of two people who see each other every week but don’t know each others’ names, today he makes lame retailers’ excuses to the point that I want to say – in a snippy way – you know, I really doubt that it has been delayed by customs…oh, look at the stall just down there I see* they have a great carton of jars of which they are willing to hand me one in exchange for a small gold coin;** and while it is true that the jars are small and not the brand I would usually choose, nonetheless they are available now and the person selling them will not make me endure this endless litany of excuses for the space on your shelf where your dijon mustard should be.

*no, technically, you wouldn’t be able to see it from here unless you had x-ray vision or eyes which could travel around corners on something resembling elastic, but this here is dramatic licence, and I knew they would be there, because they always are

**I’m not entirely sure that this is a good use of the semi-colon, it being a mark I rarely use. But given certain recent advices, I thought I’d give it a go.