Yesterday was quiet. Really quiet. I would say deathly quiet even.
Just before I closed the shutters a man came in to buy 2 balls of yarn. We had a small chat, he was friendly, he was kind.
He gave me a fifty pound note for his purchase. I gave him £40 change.
By the time I turned back around to say goodbye, the man was out the door.
He left the yarn behind and the fifty was a counterfeit.
He robbed me, to my face and I cried.
Little man, you supposedly Black cab driver, buying yarn for your nan, I hope you spent that £40 on something nice for yourself, and you feel good about that transaction because I feel pretty disappointed.
