Pulling a Sunday
I worked Western International this Sunday.
It was Optimistic Ken’s fortieth birthday and I said I would cover for him so that he doesn’t have to pay double rent next week and besides Western is quite a good market and I get an extra day out of it.
Just to the left of Ken’s stall is a tea waggon that has wooden A-frame tables outside of it, like the kind that you get in pub gardens.
‘Add a nought Alan’ and ‘the Barbie doll twins’ were sitting down to a full English when Alan was called away to deal with a difficult punter on his stall, leaving the twins both sitting on the same side of the A frame table.
It was at that point that ‘Big Gareth’ wandered over with a cup of tea and started talking to the twins. Now Gareth is not a little chap and I really don’t know what possessed him but he decided in his infinite wisdom to prop himself on the edge of the bench where the twins were sitting.
I watched from Ken’s stall in what seemed like slow motion as the entire A-frame table ‘up ended’, launching the twins half-eaten fry ups right into their laps.
I can honestly say that it’s the funniest thing that I have ever seen.
That’s this week’s report from Pete the Market Trader. The man on the street. Literally
