Lunch

As a little old lady got off the 4 on Grand Parade, she handed me two somewhat misshapen and disconcertingly warm Snickers bars, whereupon the following conversation took place

To whit:

Little Old Lady: Ooh, drive, someone’s left your lunch on the seat
Me: (Somewhat reluctantly) Er…thanks
LOL: (Jerking a thumb towards her husband) Oh, it’s OK; he only sat on them for a minute or two
Little Old Husband: (Sheepishly) I didn’t know what I was sitting on
Me: I’ll gobble them right up

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