Absolutely nothing of interest has happened at all this week. I have been starved of amusement by a total lack of weird customers. Perhaps they have all gone away for thanksgiving which is where I shall be soon, so I thought that I would blog this little story before I slip into the arms of Bacchus for four days. See you Monday my little love cakes.
FOTL1 called into her local Chinese take away for some lunch today. Making conversation she asked if they would be closed tomorrow. Mr. Wong looked puzzled and said “What for we be close?” FOTL1 replied “For Thanksgiving”. Suddenly awareness dawned on Mr. Wong and he said “You write me sign” OK says FOTL1 what do you want the sign to say. “You write Fanksgivin Close”. Sure says FOTL1 why don’t we go with Closed for the Thanksgiving Holiday. OK OK says Mr. Wong you write sign. So FOTL1 writes the sign and collects her lunch. She is a touch disappointed that Mr. Wong didn’t offer her a discount on her lunch but she did derive some pleasure from watching Mr Wong stick a sign in his door window that stated
Closed by the Health Department
She really is the spawn of Satan; I can’t imagine were she gets it from
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