Went to the local chipper yesterday evening. Big sign on door, max 4 allowed in at one time. This was adhered to until this beaut burst in. Black beanie hat with bobble on ,ears uncovered, black jumper a size too small half way up his back, unbelted jeans, no jacket and obligatory face mask under the nose. He looked around to see if he knew any of us, obviously unable to stay still and eager to start a conversation. One of the other patrons made the fatal mistake of making eye contact with Cleetus. I can’t confirm what he actually said but reading between the lines it appeared to be temperature related as he clapped his hands loudly and rubbed them together.
Thankfully someone had pre ordered his food for him (didn’t seem the type capable of pre ordering and remembering) and was called to collect. The chap held the card reader out for him but our simple friend snorted and grunted ‘cash’. As he left the chap behind the counter was furiously applying the hand sanitizer, two doses to be sure.
