David Wilson and Sylvia’s
husband
are talking over the
grapes,
while I check out the
bananas.
David Wilson pulls up a
bunch
and shakes it.
Then Sylvia’s husband
says to me
there was this old woman
in me shop
and she picks up a bunch of
grapes
and she says -
how much for these, love?
But she’s a bit
doddery
and the grapes are a bit
ripe
and by the time she’s
finished the question
every grape had fallen off
the stalk.
Sylvia’s husband says
I couldn’t stop laughing, me.
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