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When next the bell Jigs, & the dust
flies over the shelves & settles
among the cheeses, I propose we slip
into the dark: let the customer (in absence
of assistants) question himself & sort out
without charge whatever damn him he pleases!

He can surely make himself pots
of tea (not to mention 35 different
varieties of soups) ... & choice large packets
of macaroni can be dished selectively
with the cheese, followed by currant roll,
plum-duff, Xmas puddings, or whole groups

of ready-mix... Alternatively: frozen fingers, chips
with salad, plain or with HEINZ ketchup. This
customer may of course turn out as daft
as yesterday’s idiot (mongolian, was he?) had
a clawed hammer under his coat:
again & again
waving his weapon. threatening me & the girl ( just 15
& quite obviously wetting her pants in her fright
)
to hand him  our 17/6 - SUM TOTAL reposed in the till.

Nobody will surely criticize us for taking off
- there's the-bell ! - OPTIMISTICALLY ( but no testimonials)
TO SOME GODDAMNEDcouldn't  be worseOTHER SITE!

Note

Here is one of those oldfashioned shops in which almost anything can be bought.

At sight of what appears to be an entirely untrustworthy customer, I suggest we clear off to some other site which surely, however Godless, couldn't be worse than this.

(The seventeen & sixpence suggests that this scene has been dragged up from the far distant past.)