I was at the video store last weekend, changing out my DVDs. [As opposed to doing my laundry?] For the record, I was wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, baggy tank-top and even baggier shorts. I was shooting the breeze with the young desk clerk as I finalised my transaction. By which I mean that I was making fun of a young couple who were pretending not to argue in public. The male was watching a film on the in-store telly. The female had just finished up renting DVDs. A back-and-forth round of passive-aggressive conversation ensued between them as the female insisted that she did not object to waiting for her boyfriend to watch the final five minutes . . . while the boyfriend insisted that it did not matter and they could leave. This went on for about five minutes as the clerk and I openly eavesdropped and giggled. After the young couple finally left, I launched into a perfect parody of the hell that was going to break loose when they reached their car.

As I went to leave, the clerk grinned and said “For your age, you’re a cutiepie!”

“Thanks!” I beamed . . . “For an ugly bahstud, you’ve got a nice smile!”

OK, I didn’t say that last part, but you know I was thinking it! Cheeky little bugger and his bloody back-handed compliment!

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