We were in Witney’s Tesco Express, just a few moments ago, buying chocolate and other *cough* essential provisions.
The woman in front of us was called to be served, she gave the pump number that she’d filled her car up from.
And then she said, conversationally, ‘I had to go back out to look at the pump number because I didn’t have my glasses on’.
Let me tell you, my friend, the numbers on the pillars by the pumps, are REALLY FUCKING BIG!
I mean, if you stand at the till but you’re unable to read the number on the pillars, you are officially blind.
So this glasses-less lady paid for her petrol, walked back to her car, got in, started up and drove off…
WITHOUT PUTTING ANY GLASSES ON!
So, people of Witney, if you see a red Mini, registration number DE52 LTA, you should run for your lives because the woman driving it is probably AS BLIND AS A FUCKING BAT!
No silly. It’s just number blindness. I mean, what sort of a bind could she get in simply by being unable to read large numbers? Ohhhh, shit! 30, 30, 30! Not 80!!
Error 404 on your latest post (Driven to distraction), Bren.
This’s why I don’t live in the sticks.