I went in to the Tesco Metro a stones throw from my flat to ask for cardboard boxes.
"What for?" said Mr Full-timer
"Im moving away." Said I
"Don't go, your such a good customer, we're going to really miss you"
Hmmm because I'm your only customer that doesn't steal but actually pays for items?
Or is it 'cause your a bleedin pervert?
And then it hit me the full extent of what I was embarking on and I thought what am I doing? I'm happy here, content even. I don't actually want to go I'm so comfortable around these Tesco guys I don't mind them oggling me when I'm hung over on a Sunday and turn up to buy milk in lastnights clothing/makeup/beergoggles 2 O'clock in the eve. And do you know what Mr Full-timer? I'm actually going to miss you. Your team and your sleazy grin. I am.
And then the sudden realisation that I detest Comfortable, give me Adventure anyday
If lifes not challenging it's not worth living.
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