Saved By An Angel In London
The weary thirsty traveller had finally reached civilization. I had been out for a marathon walk, which had originally began at the Bank of England, where I had been casing out the joint for a future job – but please keep it quiet. I don’t know how many miles I had walked, but it felt like I had reached the end of the line, I didn’t have the desire to go any further. The sun was beating down, my legs were a tad bit tired and I was thirsty as hell. All I could think about was drinking a nicely chilled bottle of water.
I eventually came upon an Angel – yes an Angel appeared out of the ghetto wilderness that I had just travelled along. I had walked along Regents Canal from Limehouse Basin, which is on the banks of the River Thames. Quite probably the worst walk I have ever suffered in my life, I have had more fun walking down Kilburn High Road, when it has been pissing down with rain.
Somehow I ended up in Angel, not a real angel but Angel Islington. I don’t know how I managed to get there. I had been guided by something or someone, who was watching over me. It was like that oasis I seen when I was wandering around in the desert in Egypt all those years ago, but it was better than that, it was real. I went into the first newsagents I found, desperate for a nicely chilled bottle of water.
I made a beeline for the drinks cabinet, there was a queue, a guy and his girlfriend were taking the piss. 5 painful minutes later they had chosen their drinks. I had been contemplating throwing them out of the way. I was close to madness. I could see the drinks, but my path was blocked. I don’t know why I was suddenly so thirsty, I had just finished a bottle of water only 10 minutes before.
Finally the drinks cabinet was all mine. I needed water…a couple of nicely chilled bottles of water, that isn’t asking for too much. I didn’t care that the shopkeeper was charging 25% more than everyone else. Every bottle of water I picked up was lukewarm, WTF. I cussed a little bit. The Indian shopkeeper asked me what the problem was. I told him I’m trying to find cold bottles of water. He said there was none left…and that I would just have to make do with what there was. BOLLOCKS!
Me being me, I asked him if there was a reduction in price for warm bottles of water…not that I was going to buy one. He suddenly became deaf for some strange reason. I kept on searching for just one bottle of water that was at least a tiny bity cold. I even waded through the flavoured waters that taste crap and eventually right at the back of the fridge I found two bottles of nicely chilled water.
I gave the shop assistant a few pointers on stock rotation as I paid for the water. It isn’t exactly rocket science….My guardian angel had saved me again…
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