(Article by Michael Holden)
Near where I work the pattern of lunchtime activity has been affected by the arrival of a van a couple of weeks ago that sells Burritos. Everyone has gone nuts for this and the queue snakes halfway down the road. Ordinarily I would be reluctant to take part in such a phenomenon, but the food’s too good. I was in line the other day when a woman from further behind came up and started talking to the woman in front of me as though I wasn’t there. I held out my phone quite conspicuously between them and recorded what they were saying. They didn’t notice. They had better things to think about.
Woman 1 “Nice Day!”
Woman 2 “Yeah.”
Woman 1 “Big queue. I’m really, really, really hungry”
Woman 2 “ But they are quick.”
Woman 1 “Still on for tonight?”
Woman 2 “Where is it?”
Woman 1 “You know the roundabout? I’m on the other side of the roundabout. Call me when you get there.”
Woman 2 “The roundabout?”
Woman 1 “It’s not that far down. Literally go past the roundabout, straight down the road and that’s my building.”
Woman 2 “What time?”
Woman 1 “Sevenish?”
Woman 2 “Are you going to text Kate?”
Woman 1 “I’ll email her.”
Woman 2 “And then email me.”
Woman 1 “I’ll email you.”
Woman 2 “How are we gonna get there, walk?”
Woman 1 “We could get a cab, between us.”
Woman 2 (turning to the grill, distracted by the scent) “I can’t decide what to have.”
Woman 1 “I’ll leave you to it. Here’s me gabbing on about tonight and your just like-Burrito…”
Woman 2 (like Homer Simpson) “Burrito…”
Woman 1 (slightly disgusted) “See you at seven then.”
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These gals are not modelled on certain women you and I know...are they Steven???
Not as far as I know!
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