Tuesday 10 September 2013

The Rubbish Expedition

I have a bin and it often needs lining and so I have been to the shops to purchase this. The Shopkeeper told me this lining was the best on the market. "Sturdy, fragrant, won't do you wrong," he beamed. A pack of around thirty 'sacks' as they are colloquially known, but I'm not one for fashion.  I'm a beige man and although I'll stick by it, you're a little limited in formal wear when the occasion presents itself as it did on my morning outing.

I would estimate that the time and effect that has gone into making one of these 'sacks' is either too little or too great as the resulting product is far from satisfactory. As I told the somewhat flabbergasted Shopkeep, I wouldn't stand for his inadequacies, "But they're all like that these days," he feebly broke.

Further investigations have proven this somewhat rugged desire of mine to be languishing in a far flung time.  These days people want the weakness, need the failure if they are going to make an event of their rubbish disposal but I am a busy man, I have cows to slaughter and meat to flog and once I'm done I'll get my kicks wherever they're welcome.

I guess we don't all have standards.