I asked the Frogs who run the ground floor cafe what kind of muffins they had.
'Zey are choc-berry,' one of em said, and I gave the nod for him to put one in a paper bag for me.
The other one scarfed a mouthful while cookin up me coffee, and said: 'Zey are not choc-berry. Zere iz no berry. Zey are zhust choc.'
'Just CHOC!' I roared. 'No berry! What a FUCKING GYP!'
And they both stopped what they were doing and stood there staring at me.
'Half price! Half price!' I bellowed, and whirled around and pointed at the poor old mum waiting behind me. 'You heard em! They said choc-berry, and now there's no BERRY! I'm not paying for berry when there ain't none! Half price!'
The coffee-cooker kept staring at me blankly, but the muffin-readier snatched up a muffin from the bottom of the pile.
'ZIS one has a berry!' he announced triumphantly, so I was obliged to give it close inspection.
There was indeed a berry perched on top.
'So it does,' I admitted. 'I'll take it. Half price?'
'Non,' he replied.
thats not a bad story actually. i smiled with half of my face and snorted. i liked it.
ОтветитьУдалитьi wanted to ask you what a nuffie is?
A nuffy is a person who strives and consistently fails to rise above mediocrity, but doesn't let consistent failure get in the way of striving to rise above mediocrity.
ОтветитьУдалитьI spoke to the Frogs this morning and it turns out they aren't French at all - I just have a habit of assuming anybody who speaks English with an accent is French. One was Israeli and the other was Persian Tasmanian.