My Only Vice!
Some people can really talk in circles!
Yesterday, when I fetched my father from the eye-clinic, I was a few minutes early and decided to nip into the nearby off-sales to replenish my brandy supply at home.
The fella ahead of me took his time unpacking his trolley while talking to the cashier without stopping once. Eventually he had unpacked the contents of his trolley; a bottle of vodka, 2 bottles of fortified wine and 4 six-packs of beer. He then asked the cashier for a carton of cigarettes which was placed on the counter next to the contents of his trolley. And he was still yapping all the way. Actually, I envied him, I’m not good at smalltalk.
Then he leaned back to where I stood next to the sweets display and grabbed two chocolate bars, slightly bumping into me in the process. He looked at me apologetically and said: “Sorry man, I almost forgot about these. This is my only vice. Sweet stuff.”
I pointed at his other purchases and asked: “Then how about that?” He laughed sheepishly and said: “Aag man, you know what I mean.”
I was at the verge of telling him that I don’t know what he means, but by then I was pressed for time so I just smiled and shook my head knowingly… but I still don’t know what he meant. Was he trying to tell me that alcohol and tobacco are not vices?
But then I suppose the contraband could have been for his wife.
May you enjoy this day!
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As Oscar Wilde said..The best way is to give in to it.
Yep, that me. The story of my life. Just a big mouth and no substance.