Today i left the house task on my mind , with a mix of excitement and dread.
Billingham was my destination for i had things to do, as i walked the postman passed me, we made eye contact, he said "alright" i responded in kind then looked him dead in the eye till he had passed.. which seemed like half an hour but in reality cant have been more than a moment. I liked it, but on some paranoid level i thought hmm... i wonder if he knows where i live and will take his vengeance on my post.
I entered asda in search of mellon , kiwi fruit, cherry tomatoes and feta cheese, having obtained all of these delicious and desiarable items i made my way to the counter.. i had the option of 2 completely free self service aisles, but having spotted an oppertunity for a glare,.. i queued for a second or two.
As i placed my items unbasketed on the counter... "do you need help with your packing" came the call from the girl behind the till , " no.. im ok thanks i replied" she smiled and went to turn away, but didnt, she realised of course that i was still locked on.. and looked at me as if she was expecting a question.. after another second or two she realised.. oh no he's just maintaining creepy eye contact.. went a little red, looked uncomfortable and started scanning my items.
Just about ready to exit town now i thought, but i wouldnt mind watching a dvd tonight, so into blockbuster i bustled fruit under arm, perusing the latest releases.I picked out the film i deemed most righteous, and made a bee line for the counter, placed the filmdown cover up, and handed the readies over with my bb card and stared at her as she attempted to find the dvd, and scan the case.. she handed my dvd over "any 2 snacks for an extra £2 with your rental" she rambled as i gazed intently, then for a moment longer... then left.
there were other such incidents today, but i reckon 3 will do you.
eye contact prolonged
mission a resounding success.
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