shurely shome mishtake...

there i was, queueing up at lunchtime with my item in my hand (stop sniggering at the back).

it was a long queue and the enterprising staff had piled up the aisle right by the queue with all
the left over chocolate crap they couldn't sell at christmas. chocolate in a mug with CHOCOLATE
written on it;  chocolate in sachets;  chocolate to stir in your coffee;  and all that sort of thing that
you'd be really chuffed if santa brought so you could give it to a busker or needy person on boxing day, with a saintly smile.

and i thought you went in boots cos your body is a temple and you want to look good, smell good and...
you know...

so what's with the chocolate crap?

saddest thing was - someone was obviously so stressed out about the long queue that they discarded a box of nicotine chewing gum and walked out of the shop...no doubt in dire need of a fag.

and some chocolate.

you don't find sweet shops selling aftershave and condoms, do you?

it's not right, i tell you.