Friday 22 November 2013

48. Sandwich making coke whore

‘Want but er on your roll?’

She asked furiously rubbing her nose with an un gloved hand

‘No thanks’

I replied, watching her dip the same hand into a tub of diced chicken cubes

‘What about salad?’

Rubbing her nose again and snorting like she was trying to make new nostrils

‘Just peppers please’

Same hand dug into a tub of peppers and scattered them onto my chicken and bogie roll

‘That’s £1.69 please babe’

She smiled, winked and flashed her tongue stud at me

‘Thanks’

I left £2 on the counter and left before she could give me my change.

On reflection, I probably shouldn’t have eaten that sandwich.

I can’t feel my gums

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