Friday, 30 November 2012


79.       Little chef

I met her in little chef.

Our fingers brushed as she passed me the menue

When she gave me my breakfast I knew she liked me

As the menue said 2 sausages and she’d given me 3

I decided I had to make a move.

I went to pay the bill as she stood at the till

I casually said ‘hey, thanks for the extra sausage’

To which she replied ‘what?...’

So I explained

It was great I had no complaints

And that I noticed I was only meant to get two sausages on my plate

She said ‘oh.. ok.....

That’s another pound then please mate’

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