Friday, August 03, 2007
Illo Friday again - and interpreting "Missing" in the loosest possible sense...
here's the story:
Two men are walking down Broughton Street in Edinburgh after
a big night oot in the toon
One of the men, Jeem, says to his pal, " I fancy a poke of chips, Tam"
"Aye", says Tam, "Gonnay go get us a poke of chips then...wi' salt n' sauce"
"Aye, aw'right then ma man, gie us a golden minute"
Jeem scoots off to the Rapido Chip Bar and waits in line, swaying ever so slightly.
The warm fug of chips'n' vinegary sauce waft over him.
30 minutes later (it was a long queue) Jeem and Tam are opening a steaming, big poke of chips.
"Braw, man - jist what eh needed the noo, eh?" said Tam, happily.
He took one solid, golden, steaming chip out of the brown paper bag, held it up to Tam's face and exclaimed:
" Where's ma effing sauce, man??? Eh?"