Holy shit. Some how I managed to acquire the flu, or something. Took the day off work to recuperate. Explanation will have to come in a bit. Listening to Think Lizzy at moment. Too much going on in the music. Lynott has impeccable timing and pronunciation.
So I head through the garden department looking up and down for this tiller. Earlier in the morning, my contact tore so I'm doing all of this with one eye. On my way out of the building, Geoff from flooring see me exit and assuredly tells me, "We don't have any augers." I don't acknowledge the cunt at all, knowing full well he was the one dicking me around on the radio.
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