So, the other day I was in Iceland, and there was this little old lady ahead of me in the queue.
She put her basket in the pile by the checkout and rummaged around in the contents – fruit juice, toilet rolls, eggs, something else – and then had a look inside her purse, totalling up her money and finally deciding to put the toilet rolls back on the shelf.
When we got to the cashier she handed her money over, and the cashier asked for another ten pence. The little old lady dipped into her purse again and then held her hand out with some coppers on the palm. ‘I’ve only got nine pence,’ she said.
Everybody was looking embarrassed, including the checkout girl, who simply didn’t know what to do, so I pulled out a penny and gave it to her, and the little old lady blessed me and called me beautiful. Awww!
Anyway, it all reminded me of this:-
Yes children, there really was a time when David Bowie was relevant and wrote songs that were about, you know, things and stuff.