Last night I was present at the Ceremony of the Marking Down at the Tesco garage.
There were four heavily discounted cartons of Alpro Not Milk which I fancied as they make brilliant smoothies.
As I reached for them the Tesco bloke said 'That's not milk! That's not milk! '
I said
yeah, I know, and he kept repeating 'That's not milk!' and laughing.
Felt a sudden urge to beat the crap out of him. Asked myself, why the overreaction?
Realised he was channeling the inanity of the ex. Nobody's ever made me angry faster than he could.
If Ex has died out there somewhere, this is how he's haunting me.