This was a joke made by Mr Pepper (hey! D’you realise we’ve had Dr Pepper’s, Sergeant Pepper and Mr Pepper, all in the same week?) who used to run the shop now known as Igreen and Splea, where Mark will be working this aft. If you’re on Queen’s Rd, drop in and say hallo.
Or hello
Or hullo. Hey, why is it nobody spells it “hullo” any more? It’s almost like spelling Hindu with two oo’s ie Hindoo. It’s just not done.
But why?
Anyway, Mr Pepper (not, we suspect, his real name) was a miserable g*t who, although he saw me three times a year when I came round with my yoga posters, pretended each time that he didn’t know me and that he’d never seen my posters before and therefore the proposition of actually putting one up in his shop needed to be carefully considered. Each time. He also once cut the mould out of a vege sausage roll and gave it back to the customer who’d returned it.
I guess he’s retired now, little ray of sunshine that he was. Anyway, when our friend Andy went in on a rainy day, he made the above joke about the weather. When Andy didn’t fall about laughing, he made it again. And again.
I guess that’s persistence. Which, as I keep telling Mark, is 80% of success.
Except with bad jokes.
Don’t get wet.
Kirk out.
Sarada Gray 