The season for joy and forgiveness

This still makes me chuckle, every time we pass the garage, especially on Christmas Day, as we did this morning:

Picture this: the 6’6½” husband stops to get some petrol on Christmas morning while the family wait in the car. He is dressed in a Father Christmas onesie (a one-piece outfit which has a zip up the front) and a Santa hat, a red pointed hat with a floppy top and a white fur ball attached, and white fluffy trim.

He has to wait in the garage to pay for his petrol and in front him is an extremely posh lady with a cut-glass accent, wearing an expensive Barbour jacket and with a badly parked Range Rover outside. She’s having trouble matching her pin number to the various cards she is trying to use to pay for her basket of shopping. The patient and smiling Indian proprietor suggests maybe she should use the cash machine to get some money to pay for her goods.

There is a small man, extremely drunk, who has managed to buy himself a meat pie (don’t forget this is Christmas Day morning) but is now struggling to get the microwave oven in the shop to work and heat the pie.

Suddenly the door is flung open and a harridan with long dark hair bursts in. I shall replace the ‘f‘ word she actually used with ‘frog‘.

“Oy!” she shrieks at the man swaying in front of the microwave. “Oy, it’s frogging Christmas Day and I’ve been sitting in the frogging freezing car for a frogging hour! It’s frogging Christmas frogging Day!”

The posh lady who has moved to the cash dispenser to try to get some money to pay for her groceries looks shocked.

“It is the season for joy and forgiveness, my dear” she says in her cut-glass accent.

“Frog awff!” exclaims the harridan and storms out of the garage.

The 6’6½” Father Christmas and the Indian proprietor exchange restrained smiles.

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