I was at the chemist today waiting for Carmen's prescription to be dispensed, terrible smell of damp in the waiting room coming from Jim 74, Langdale Crescent, Pearl 66 from Thwaite Street wrinkled up her nose in disgust, that's her in the picture, wearing black tights and white shoes! 'Eww Fusty towels' whispered Lynne 58 from Hull Road. I've never seen these people before in my life and yet I know their full names, their D.O.B and their addresses including house number, one woman Margaret 63 from Mill Beck Court called in on spec to see if her prescription was ready to pick-up, (it was) she usually has hers delivered, but she's going away at the weekend to Wales and they'll be nobody at home, 'Oh, how lovely' said the gossipy chemist, where in Wales are you going to? Llandudno, she even mentioned the name of the hotel she'll be staying in. If I was a weirdo (please don't mock) I could ring up Margaret tomorrow evening at the mentioned hotel to say I've burgled your house, that'll teach the silly cow a lesson.
After a 20 minute wait Carmen 50, yes 50! was just about to confirm her name, address and D.O.B. to all and sundry when I piped in, 'show your driving license! you never know who's listening'.
How to keep towels smelling fresh click here. Especially for Jim.