A wee Scottish man approaches library desk, reeking of booze, it's 11am "I need to copy these" he says thrusting a pile of papers in my face "Yes, fine" "Ah yer Scottish, where are you from" - a loaded question? - "Glasgow", I say and walk towards the photocopier, he stumbles after me deposits money in the coin box and hands me the papers. They are all sick notes!!!
Cliches are cliches cos theyre often true eh?
ReplyDeleteThis is a desperate tale of an alky trying to play the system while pissed. There has to be some award for such endeavour - the Queens Award for Indolence perhaps..!