eleventyone

Ok I have a story for you.. It happened a few days ago as i was walking home through St Kilda. I had had a couple of drinks, i will admit to that, and had acquired a violent form of hiccups which, despite being unpleasant was keeping my boyfriends thoroughly amused.

So we stop for an ice cream. The milk bar was dark and dim after the bright glare of the summer evening and we picked our flavours and proceeded to the counter.

Hiccuping violently I got out money to pay for our ice creams. The old greek man behind the counter looked me in the eye.

Without battering an eyelid he said to me.

“You took something out of the fridge”

“yeah” I said “I took an ice cream.”

“No,” he said back to me. “you took something else.”

Have you ever felt that you know you haven’t done anything wrong and yet you still question if you did.

“No, I didn’t take anything else” I said getting panicky. “We just got the ice creams.”

“No” he said, “I saw you. You took something out of the fridge”.

I was upset at this stage. I was drunk, well I had had a few drinks, so I wasn’t thinking as clearly as usual. I began to open my bag to prove my innocence when he murmured “See I cured your hiccups”

My mouth dropped like a cartoon character. I was dumbfounded. The old man’s wife was hollering with laughter as we paid and left.

I was torn between the injustice of the joke and the fact that it did actually cure my hiccups. All I could do was shake my head…