We walked to a local town yesterday and had lunch in a pub well renowned for being part of a chain that sells cheap food and beer. We know what to expect when we go there and are rarely disappointed - no frills, but 'it does what it says on the tin'.
Now, the place is usually frequented by a veritable smorgasbord of people, and yesterday was no exception. Opposite us were a table of 8 - they were loud, the blokes were wearing cheap trousers (no matching jackets obviously) and cracking humourless crude jokes and the women were either old, fat or a mixture of both...and of course everyone was wearing more gold jewellery than you could find in a flea market.
I turned to my wife at one point and rolled my eyes and said "I wonder which department of the local council they work for" as a bit of a joke...only for my wife to say "They're from the planning department, as I overheard them talking about an application for an extension they've just turned down".
How often real life mirrors comedy.
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