Karlos wrote:
Hehehe... "I'm away to git right off ma chump on this wild caffeine...."
Oh man, that expression has me rolling :roflmao:
(it's imagining how it sounds with the accent that kills me every time)
You think that's bad?
A conversation overheard whilst queueing at the cigarette booth in Somerfield
between two of the wonderful, queue-jumping, "salt of the earth" type scum that populate my local supermarket during the day.
I was planning on trying to work it into a daft song, although I'd have to come up with a funny ending, despite the fact that whole episode was a sort of tragi-comedy anyway:
--
Him: Hawd oan a minute
Her: Whit?
Him: Hawd oan a wee minute
Her: Ah'm jist gawn tae the fag coonter
Him: Whit?
Her: Whit?
Him: D'ye whant a lottery ticket?
Her: Whit?
D'ye whant a lottery ticket?
Whit?
Ah says d'ye whant a lottery ticket
Aye.
Whit's yer numbers?
Whit?
Whit's yer numbers?
Whit?
Ah'm askin' ye, WHIT IS YOUR NUMBERS?
Whit?
Ah'll jist get ye a lucky dip?
Whit?
Ih ye deef?
Whit?
Thoat so. Ah'll jist get ye a lucky dip...
Ih? Ah don't wahnt a lucky dip.
Well, WHIT'S YOUR NUMBERS?
WAN.
WHIT?
WAN
Right.
THREE
WHIT?
THREE
Right.
SEVEN, 13, 25, 32 and 49.
HAWD OAN, SLOW DOON.
Whit?
C'mo'er here an' tell us yer numbers.
Whit?
C'mo'er here.
Naw, Ah'm no' losin' ma place in the queue.
WHIT?
Ah says Ah'm no' losin' ma place in the queue.
well, WHIT'S YOUR NUMBERS?
Ah've awready telt ye.
Well tell us agane.
Wan
Whit?
WAN.
WHIT?
WAN
Right.
THREE
WHIT
THREE
Right.
SEVEN, 13, 25, 32 & 49.
HAWD OAN, SLOW DOON.
WHIT?
Ah'm only up tae 3
Whit?
Ah says ah'm only up tae 3
Aw, right, seven's next
Whit?
Ah says seven's next.
Right, whit comes eftir that?
Ih?
Ah says whit comes eftir that
13
Right
25
Whit?
twinty five
Right, next?
32
Whit?
32
Whit
Thirty-bloody-two
Right
And then it's 49
Nae bother, that's it done (shuffles from lottery stand to front of cigarette queue)
Assistant: Excuse me there's a queue.
Him: Here, hol, hen, Ah've been waitin fur an 'oor.
Naw ye huvnae Ah jist saw ye stonnin o'er ther'
Whit?
Fillin' in yer lottery ticket.
But Ah've been here ages.
Back ae the queue, ya chancer,
Whit?
ther's people waitin' tae git served.
But Ah've been here ages.
Naw ye huvnae
Aye Ah huv.
Naw ye huvnae
Aye Ah huv.
Etc, etc, until you want to kill him......