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.
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