When Business Is Slow #2

I popped into this shop after church the other day, to grab half a chicken for us to have for lunch, a little take away place run by a husband and wife.

The shop was empty except for the man and woman, which was a pity, because I needed another fellow human being at that moment, to empathise with what I was about to see.

They didn't notice me come in, and carried on their merry way-- she stood behind the counter, doing something or other, chatting away to the bloke. He sat at one of the vacant tables along the wall. Handy for him, was the fact that there was a power point just above his table, which was apparently just right for him to plug his electric shaver into. He buzzed away at his chin, as little bits of follicle gently dusted the table, the salt and pepper shaker, the menus.

The man then saw me, and while I sort of expected him to be sheepish, he looked up, kept powering on, and asked what I would like. Um, half a chicken please, with a sprinkle of salt, pepper and beard stubble, thank you very much. And don't bother washing your hands either, what the heck, we're all friends here.

I take the liberty now to speak on behalf of the community. Please open your shop, say, half an hour later, so that you have that extra time at home to do all necessary grooming (including, but not limited to, facial shaving, toenail clipping, nostril hair trimming, deep pore exfoliation, navel lint removal).

We will understand, and will in fact be very, very grateful.

Thanking you in advance.