1JKz
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Imagine if you will.
Walking up and down a high street, you see people smiling, you see some people chatting. You take a look at the names of the shops and their shop fronts to decide which to go in, and you do. Up and down the high street you go in and out of the shops you feel may have what you're looking for, or a shop that's interesting enough to have a browse.
And so it goes for quite some time, almost blissful.
Though, before too long a shop (or two) you pop in has a customer (or two) that (it later conspires) seems to have a grudge towards you. You clock them, which you presume is what they wanted, they shout out and under the burble you're unsure what they're going on about but to make sure they know you're no pushover, you reply and make a comment in retaliation to what they had said in the first place, a tad disgruntled you then leave.
Over time, more and more often you see the same faces up and down the high street but some more than others stand out, some kind souls, some interesting, some funny and some not so useful.
Eventually the shops you enjoyed popping in to now have undesirables, and one in particular undesirable follows you into other shops.
Wherever you go there they are, clearly following you from shop to shop but enough is enough you think to yourself, to get around this you're going to have to steer clear of almost every shop on the high street, but still liking the high street, you open a shop of your own thinking you'll have much more control of who you speak to and converse with.
Unfortunately not quite so.
One or two, or three(!) come in off the street in to your shop, not to have a look around or perhaps purchase goods but what feels like for no good reason other than come up to you and flick your ears. You reply by explaining to them your ear flicking technique and give them an example by flicking their ears, but, lo and behold they argue you're ear flicking is too hard and not what they're use to and anyway they say it's not an ear flicking that they were after, in your shop!
Eventually one or two drop off and everyone gets bored, but you're usually left with that one particular person who wants to flick your ears in your shop, it's as if they get off on it.
You try your best to have them see sense and point them in the direction of the Ear Flicking shop a few doors down and off they go for a few weeks.
Then soon enough they're back, looking to others as a guardian of all things holy, perhaps someone in another shop isn't listening to them, but here they are back in your shop flicking your ears!
You feel exhausted but again you have to explain to them your shop isn't all about ear flicking and it's the last place you'd want any ear flicking to occur. What they now do to compensate is to call you from another shop and shout down the phone 'i'm flicking your ears i'm flicking your ears i'm flicking your ears...! '
You decide enough is enough and simply ignoring them has ceased to be another road to go down. You pop off to the council to complain and to see what they can do about it.
The council look in to it briefly and decide there is nothing the council can do.
So, in the shop and on the high street the 'i'm flicking you ears i'm flicking you ears i'm flicking you ears!' continues.
After a particular ear flicking, where an ear of yours bruises, you feel like there's no choice but to go back to the council to explain in a little more detail what you're up against. Despite them having all the power and feasible doing something about these types, the council with more gusto than before and for what feels like the last time, again declines your complaint.
Walking back down the high street to your shop, you reminisce about how the high street once was a great place to find out some info, have a chat, a laugh and discuss all things high street.
The thing is though, and because of a few (more importantly because of one person) the place has changed for you.
Contents and all, you leave your shop, hoping someone will take a look in there every so often and learn a few things (more than likely to be set fire to or bulldozed), you pack your bags and later that evening buy a ticket for elsewhere.
So now you're in the high street departure lounge waiting on your flight to warmer climates, but ready in anticipation to see the ear flicker appear, ha ha too late you think to yourself.
You're on the flight and lucky enough to have a window seat, staring out the window you spot a couple of people on the high street you flick the middle finger up to the one who's frantically miming 'ARGH i can't flick you ear i can't flick you ear i can't flick your ear...!'
You sit back, have a short thought to yourself ...i had a good innings, where will they be without me, the same place i presume ha ha!... and with that you drift off to some place else.
Walking up and down a high street, you see people smiling, you see some people chatting. You take a look at the names of the shops and their shop fronts to decide which to go in, and you do. Up and down the high street you go in and out of the shops you feel may have what you're looking for, or a shop that's interesting enough to have a browse.
And so it goes for quite some time, almost blissful.
Though, before too long a shop (or two) you pop in has a customer (or two) that (it later conspires) seems to have a grudge towards you. You clock them, which you presume is what they wanted, they shout out and under the burble you're unsure what they're going on about but to make sure they know you're no pushover, you reply and make a comment in retaliation to what they had said in the first place, a tad disgruntled you then leave.
Over time, more and more often you see the same faces up and down the high street but some more than others stand out, some kind souls, some interesting, some funny and some not so useful.
Eventually the shops you enjoyed popping in to now have undesirables, and one in particular undesirable follows you into other shops.
Wherever you go there they are, clearly following you from shop to shop but enough is enough you think to yourself, to get around this you're going to have to steer clear of almost every shop on the high street, but still liking the high street, you open a shop of your own thinking you'll have much more control of who you speak to and converse with.
Unfortunately not quite so.
One or two, or three(!) come in off the street in to your shop, not to have a look around or perhaps purchase goods but what feels like for no good reason other than come up to you and flick your ears. You reply by explaining to them your ear flicking technique and give them an example by flicking their ears, but, lo and behold they argue you're ear flicking is too hard and not what they're use to and anyway they say it's not an ear flicking that they were after, in your shop!
Eventually one or two drop off and everyone gets bored, but you're usually left with that one particular person who wants to flick your ears in your shop, it's as if they get off on it.
You try your best to have them see sense and point them in the direction of the Ear Flicking shop a few doors down and off they go for a few weeks.
Then soon enough they're back, looking to others as a guardian of all things holy, perhaps someone in another shop isn't listening to them, but here they are back in your shop flicking your ears!
You feel exhausted but again you have to explain to them your shop isn't all about ear flicking and it's the last place you'd want any ear flicking to occur. What they now do to compensate is to call you from another shop and shout down the phone 'i'm flicking your ears i'm flicking your ears i'm flicking your ears...! '
You decide enough is enough and simply ignoring them has ceased to be another road to go down. You pop off to the council to complain and to see what they can do about it.
The council look in to it briefly and decide there is nothing the council can do.
So, in the shop and on the high street the 'i'm flicking you ears i'm flicking you ears i'm flicking you ears!' continues.
After a particular ear flicking, where an ear of yours bruises, you feel like there's no choice but to go back to the council to explain in a little more detail what you're up against. Despite them having all the power and feasible doing something about these types, the council with more gusto than before and for what feels like the last time, again declines your complaint.
Walking back down the high street to your shop, you reminisce about how the high street once was a great place to find out some info, have a chat, a laugh and discuss all things high street.
The thing is though, and because of a few (more importantly because of one person) the place has changed for you.
Contents and all, you leave your shop, hoping someone will take a look in there every so often and learn a few things (more than likely to be set fire to or bulldozed), you pack your bags and later that evening buy a ticket for elsewhere.
So now you're in the high street departure lounge waiting on your flight to warmer climates, but ready in anticipation to see the ear flicker appear, ha ha too late you think to yourself.
You're on the flight and lucky enough to have a window seat, staring out the window you spot a couple of people on the high street you flick the middle finger up to the one who's frantically miming 'ARGH i can't flick you ear i can't flick you ear i can't flick your ear...!'
You sit back, have a short thought to yourself ...i had a good innings, where will they be without me, the same place i presume ha ha!... and with that you drift off to some place else.
