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I work in a petrol station. It's not a nice job but I need the money. Th manager is new (and a shyster) and today he called me in because there was no-on else available (not that I'm complaining because he had to pay me more)
But it did mean I spent 7 hours working with a rather elderly woman who works there to supplement her pension. Normally I wouldn't have minded but this one was armed and dangerous with a well thumbed copy of the Daily Mail... Things did get off to a good start - she offered to make me a cup of tea (it tasted crap, I took pains to request lots of sugar in the next cup), but then the conversation over tea ranged from why the lottery sucked (because they gave money to immigrants and druggies) and why she hated the Euro (we didn't fight two world wars to let the Germans win now) and finally on to the internet (it's pathetic).
I attempted to put across another side's point of view; for instance the reason why need immigrants, because they do the jobs no one else wants and we have a stable/falling population, which isn't filling those jobs. I said that the Euro could go either way, but whatever happened a decision should be made on the economics of it all rather than a yah boo sucks I love my pounds.
But on the internet I got her. She went on and on, for almost an hour, about how crap and pathetic it was, until I pulled the ace out of my sleeve.
Friends reunited.
Guaranteed to send almost any oldish person into a semi-orgasmic fervour.
"Ooh, that is rather a good idea isn't it. I think I'll ask my son about that. What else can this internet do?"
Ah well, I shouldn't meet her again.
But victory was mine.
But it did mean I spent 7 hours working with a rather elderly woman who works there to supplement her pension. Normally I wouldn't have minded but this one was armed and dangerous with a well thumbed copy of the Daily Mail... Things did get off to a good start - she offered to make me a cup of tea (it tasted crap, I took pains to request lots of sugar in the next cup), but then the conversation over tea ranged from why the lottery sucked (because they gave money to immigrants and druggies) and why she hated the Euro (we didn't fight two world wars to let the Germans win now) and finally on to the internet (it's pathetic).
I attempted to put across another side's point of view; for instance the reason why need immigrants, because they do the jobs no one else wants and we have a stable/falling population, which isn't filling those jobs. I said that the Euro could go either way, but whatever happened a decision should be made on the economics of it all rather than a yah boo sucks I love my pounds.
But on the internet I got her. She went on and on, for almost an hour, about how crap and pathetic it was, until I pulled the ace out of my sleeve.
Friends reunited.
Guaranteed to send almost any oldish person into a semi-orgasmic fervour.
"Ooh, that is rather a good idea isn't it. I think I'll ask my son about that. What else can this internet do?"
Ah well, I shouldn't meet her again.
But victory was mine.
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I work in a petrol station. It's not a nice job but I need the money. Th manager is new (and a shyster) and today he called me in because there was no-on else available (not that I'm complaining because he had to pay me more)
But it did mean I spent 7 hours working with a rather elderly woman who works there to supplement her pension. Normally I wouldn't have minded but this one was armed and dangerous with a well thumbed copy of the Daily Mail... Things did get off to a good start - she offered to make me a cup of tea (it tasted crap, I took pains to request lots of sugar in the next cup), but then the conversation over tea ranged from why the lottery sucked (because they gave money to immigrants and druggies) and why she hated the Euro (we didn't fight two world wars to let the Germans win now) and finally on to the internet (it's pathetic).
I attempted to put across another side's point of view; for instance the reason why need immigrants, because they do the jobs no one else wants and we have a stable/falling population, which isn't filling those jobs. I said that the Euro could go either way, but whatever happened a decision should be made on the economics of it all rather than a yah boo sucks I love my pounds.
But on the internet I got her. She went on and on, for almost an hour, about how crap and pathetic it was, until I pulled the ace out of my sleeve.
Friends reunited.
Guaranteed to send almost any oldish person into a semi-orgasmic fervour.
"Ooh, that is rather a good idea isn't it. I think I'll ask my son about that. What else can this internet do?"
Ah well, I shouldn't meet her again.
But victory was mine.
But it did mean I spent 7 hours working with a rather elderly woman who works there to supplement her pension. Normally I wouldn't have minded but this one was armed and dangerous with a well thumbed copy of the Daily Mail... Things did get off to a good start - she offered to make me a cup of tea (it tasted crap, I took pains to request lots of sugar in the next cup), but then the conversation over tea ranged from why the lottery sucked (because they gave money to immigrants and druggies) and why she hated the Euro (we didn't fight two world wars to let the Germans win now) and finally on to the internet (it's pathetic).
I attempted to put across another side's point of view; for instance the reason why need immigrants, because they do the jobs no one else wants and we have a stable/falling population, which isn't filling those jobs. I said that the Euro could go either way, but whatever happened a decision should be made on the economics of it all rather than a yah boo sucks I love my pounds.
But on the internet I got her. She went on and on, for almost an hour, about how crap and pathetic it was, until I pulled the ace out of my sleeve.
Friends reunited.
Guaranteed to send almost any oldish person into a semi-orgasmic fervour.
"Ooh, that is rather a good idea isn't it. I think I'll ask my son about that. What else can this internet do?"
Ah well, I shouldn't meet her again.
But victory was mine.