Thursday, 27 February 2014

The call of the Colonel


Every once in a while, cycling home, I don't make it past a certain point on the Old Kent Road.  Oh well!

While waiting for my dinner there was a tense stand off between some tired looking KFC staff and a customer who was v.cross to receive his BBQ sauce in sachets rather than tubs.  And wasn't prepared to order a dipper meal to receive his tubs.

The angry customer's friends stood behind him and giggled while he bought drinks for random passers by and threatened to touch the manager.  I was nearly crying with laughter by the time the manager gave in,  whilst crossly asserting "you can't touch me you can't touch me".

Response?  "I'm going to touch you AT NIGHT fam.  And whenever I like!"

Lol lol lol.