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Mexborough Moments
Apr. 2nd, 2013 11:13 amFor those of you who don't know Mexborough, it was, until a few years ago, the town with the lowest standard of living in England (it was overtaken by Bolton a while ago). It's a post-industrial hellhole with an economy based entirely on Crack and Wonga. It's also where I happened to grow up.
Anyway, I was visiting on Saturday and as usual popped into Thorntons to buy my mum the biggest box of chocs they have in the shop. As I stood making my selection ("The five pound box or the soft-centre gutbuster creme selection? Decisions, decisions") a bloke wandered in.
"'Scuse me love", he said to the girl behind the counter. "Do you have any of them big easter eggs you write names on?"
She nodded and indicated the shelf directly in front of him which was filled to large chocolate eggs. He eyed them over before pointed at the biggest. "That one".
The girl behind the counter took it down. "What name would you like on it?", she asked.
As a question this clearly threw him. Obviously he hadn't thought that far ahead. he looked around in confusion, before fishing out his phone and fiddling with it for a few moments. Eventually he turned to me. "'Ere, mate!", he inquired. "How do you spell 'Rachel'?"
Anyway, I was visiting on Saturday and as usual popped into Thorntons to buy my mum the biggest box of chocs they have in the shop. As I stood making my selection ("The five pound box or the soft-centre gutbuster creme selection? Decisions, decisions") a bloke wandered in.
"'Scuse me love", he said to the girl behind the counter. "Do you have any of them big easter eggs you write names on?"
She nodded and indicated the shelf directly in front of him which was filled to large chocolate eggs. He eyed them over before pointed at the biggest. "That one".
The girl behind the counter took it down. "What name would you like on it?", she asked.
As a question this clearly threw him. Obviously he hadn't thought that far ahead. he looked around in confusion, before fishing out his phone and fiddling with it for a few moments. Eventually he turned to me. "'Ere, mate!", he inquired. "How do you spell 'Rachel'?"
