The good-looking lady in the queue in front of me had no
trouble using the in-store lingo.
Blonde, trim, nice cheek bones.
If I was younger, better looking, taller, mentally stable
and actually possessed a job – I think I might have been in with a chance.
She ordered a grand double thingy with extra whatsit in a ‘to
go’ cup with a shot of that syrup in a big bottle.
I didn't stand a chance in this world. I just wanted them to boil a kettle and hand me a cup of Nescafe.
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