Upon opening the package, I quickly realised that the server
had decided to give me the rest of the meat so that he could close the shop,
which meant for an extremely dry kebab. I realised that this would kill me if I
ate the whole thing, but it would probably stink out the room if I left it in
the bin. I therefore had to venture out into the night again to find a suitable
receptacle to dispose of it. I became aware of smells of weed wafting out from
the estate opposite. Hopefully I’d encounter some sort of industrial Biffa bin
which wasn’t being patrolled by a gang. Luckily, I didn’t have to venture out
far. A short stroll back past the kebab shop led to a bin in the middle of the shopping
precinct. Job done, I had a lot of driving to do the following day so I settled
in for an evening with Family Guy.
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