As the blog above mentions, I went into town this evening to watch Jimmy Carr live. I had planned to walk in with Simon and meet him at 7pm near to his house. Simon was fashionably late, so I was forced to wait on the street corner. Not wanting to be mistaken for a prostitute hanging around the traffic lights, I decided to explorer a local corner shop and buy some chocolate.
As I walked into the shop, my movements were tracked by the shop assistant. As I approached the confectionary counter, he continued to stare and remarked that my eyes looked red. “Here we go”, I thought to myself. He thinks I’m a crack head who is going to rob him and rape his daughter.
I pointed out that I wasn’t under the influence of narcotics. He then laughed and told me how I didn’t look like the kind of person who would take drugs and that I was probably just tired (which I was). He went on to say “You probably saw me and assumed I thought I knew about drugs; I used to live near people who took them”. The man was Asian, but I never made the connection. He obviously assumed I did. Shit, man – he made ME feel bad!
While waiting for Simon, I stayed in the safety and warmth of the shop, chatting to my new friend, and was given some valuable advice – computers are bad and they damage your eyes. Looks like I’ll be handing in my P45 on Monday.
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