now the story:
An actual conversation I had today
(as a result of shoe-betrayal and the blistered mayhem which resulted):
there was a shop, and a counter. Behind the counter were various things of a medical nature. There was also a shop boy, and there was me.
me: Hello, do you have any bandaids?
shop boy: any what?
me: bandages?
shop boy: um... what?
me: plasters
shop boy: Plasters! Yeah, right here.
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