Pleased

If ever there was a day to be glad I’m in a filling station now instead of a supermarket, this was it. The bloody place was going crazy. One sniff of sunshine and hot weather and the massed conformists of Suffolk were out in force. Anything with the initials B.B.Q. on it was torn off the shelves quicker than they could stack them up.  Yes, we had a lot of extra custom at the garage but the difference is - petrol can only come out of the pump for one person at a time. You can’t shove other customers out of the way to grab the last item available the way you can in the supermarket. You can’t bash them in the shins with your trolley if they spend too long deciding what to buy (as always used to happen in the pet food aisle when people wanted to get past.) All you can do is sit there in the queue and patiently wait for your turn. And thankfully, most people do that. 
What a day.
I’m predicting record takings for any Friday since I started. And I bet those above me in Head Office still won’t be satisfied and will find a way to moan.
Anyway, I’m off all weekend and it should be nice and sunny, so nothing could dampen my mood tonight. Even the weird fact that it’s gone ten o’clock and I can still see the furniture in the garden. And to think, this time six months ago, it would have been dark for six hours by now!
I’m so glad it’s only Winter for one season.

RC 5-6-15