Cheryl said she had locked the bloody door and before you know it there's Mavis waiting to pay for her chocolate éclairs getting a right eyeful of Cheryl's baps hanging over the counter. Mavis was straight on the blower to Linda whose husband Gerald is the area store manager. Well, he's been known to dip into Cheryls house for a bit of her famous custard so there was no way he was gonna sack her and Cheryl came up with some crap that I'd gone in there with a machine gun and held her up at gun point until she gave me the mornings earnings of £14.56.
Next thing you know it, I'm barred.
Prefer Greggs anyway