Good baguette. Just the right amount of spices. Not sure how authentically Cajun it was, though. And by the end of my meal, I was the only person in there. It's great just to relax. Nobody talking. No pressure on tables. No crowds.
I finished my meal really early so I took a walk through town. I was on the hunt for some tissues. So took a leisurely stroll through the little main street area. Mostly old folk around. Some unemployed guys. Some single mothers.
Found a drug store. Not Boots but a lesser known chain. Found the little tissue packets that fit in your pocket. They had a special: 2 for £1. That was for Kleenex brand. They also had store brand 3 for £1. I went with the Kleenex, of course.
Get the counter. "You can have these, they're 2 for 49p". It was something called "Manflu" tissues. I don't like that sexist crap but they looked pretty absorbant so I went with it. And yeah, they were pretty good. When you use them, they emit a masculine sort of musk. Pretty gimmicky but whatever. They were thick and tender enough. I think it was just a loose product that they were trying to get rid of because the price was handwritten on a "clearance" sticker.
I still had plenty of time. Lunch started at 12.50. Had to be back for 2.00. It was like 2.30 by this time. I had to take a crap so I went back to the court.
I'm never keen to defecate in public toilets but I really felt some rumbling. I was going to go in the morning before work but by the time it got to an emergency stage, I didn't have time.
So I'm in the toilet. Freshly cleaned. You can smell the cleaning products and see the blue residue in the toilet. Great. First one to take a crap on a just cleaned toilet.
I hang my suit jacket up, sit down, and let loose. I was a bit concerned that it might take a while but nobody else was in there and I didn't expect anybody to arrive soon because it's lunch time. So I just relaxed and within 30 seconds, I dropped three and a half good sized logs. Still felt that I didn't get it all out but decided that I didn't want to spend much longer there. I wiped and it was pretty much a clean movement.
On the way out, I saw there was a sign on the restroom door saying, "Needles have recently been found in the toilets. If you see any, please report it". That sign should have been on the outside of the door. By the time you're leaving, it's too late. But there were no needles when I was there.
Then I sat on a chair outside and simmed a battle royale in Fire Pro Wrestling D on my phone. In the end, it was Hulk Hogan versus some Japanese guy. Surprisingly, the Japanese guy won.
Then back to that boring job. But the solicitor was a blond woman, maybe early 40s, and big tits.
After an hour and 45 minutes of her droning on, the sheriff said that that's enough and let's have an early day. So I headed to the station.
I'm in an underground tunnel area that connects both platforms. There's a guy in front of me carrying a big plastic bag. He doesn't seem to know where he's going. I guess he's looking to see which platform he's supposed to be on. I start walking past him and he suddenly approaches me so I rear up ready to start tearing some ass and he backs away. Then as I'm up the ramp he starts yelling something, I don't think to anyone in particular.
He goes back to the other platform and he's talking to himself. Yelling shit. It's obviously a person with mental health problems. He's talking to random people and they're trying to avoid him.
Then the girl across the platform from him (so on my platform) starts yelling at him that she's not staring at him. I guess he was accusing somebody of staring at him. Then he's yelling more crazy stuff and she's yelling back, "I'm not obliged to talk to you! I'm not obliged to talk to you!". So I start thinking that perhaps she's mentally ill too since she can't see that this is obviously a crazy man. She thought he was coming on to her.
She also yelled something about how he should take elocution lessons which I found hilarious because her pronunciation was almost as incomprehensible as his. Then the train came and he got on.
It's always a party at Dumbarton. Did you know that it was the ancient capital of Strathclyde? They have it in big neon letters on some cultural centre there.
Then I get on the train. I had a return ticket for Charing Cross to Dumbarton Central. But I saw that this train goes to Charing Cross but also Queen Street. Queen Street is the next stop but it's a shorter walk to my home. So I decide to stay on the one additional stop and depart at Queen Street.
Whoa, you can't do that. It's against the rules. You'll be fined or told you have to go back to Charing Cross.
No, people are more relaxed in Scotland. There were no automated barriers at Queen Street, just some old guy checking tickets. I showed him the ticket, he studied it for a minute, then he let me go without saying a word.
Tomorrow, working in big city Glasgow. But Wednesday, I'm taking the day off because a meter man is going to fix my meter. It's going to be awesome. I mean, yeah, having a working meter is great and I'll appreciate the work involved in installing a new meter but the main thing is having a day off. This job is like being semi-retired.
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