Shopping Spree

Shopping Spree It was a big shop, large as warehouse it sold everything I didn’t need; and the shop was empty of staff. The thief in my thought: if I had a van I could back it up to the entrance, take everything in sight drive off and sell it to retailers who would say when I was caught, we bought his stuff in good faith. I could make a thousand Euros, but would have to spend it fast by going to nightclubs and be the big guy paying drinks for everyone; and beautiful women would fawn over me. Finally a shop assistant came chewing on a burger and smelling of fried onions. Asked me what I wanted. “Two batteries for my remote please.” They cost 67 cent. He didn’t have the three cents so I told him to make it seventy. This pleased him no end, but having robbed the shop I could afford to be grand. Coming home the batteries were not the right sort, but never mind, they could be useful for something else, say, to run my toy car.