Hoorah. Didn't get robbed today.
Also must celebrate that no old people decided to die in the shop today. This happened to a friend of mine a few months back. Punters were actually stepping over his corpse to put bets on greyhound racing.
A customer I call the morgue came in today. He literally looks like a cross between father jack and a stiff that's escaped from the morgue. His hands are black (he is a white guy), and every time he gives me money I go and wash my hands.
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