FOOC PARIS in London
I was in a tiny shop in Greater London recently and there was a big queue.
The shop was full.
It was a hot day.
Everyone was argumentative with the men behind the long counter who replied with grace and calm professionalim. They were doctors. The ops they carried out were in the lifeline of phone technology. The shop had "Phone repairs" above the door.
"I dropped it and it just went like dat!"
"But will it still work if I take the plastic cover off?"
"Come on - I know you can do it fuur cheaper dan dat, man..."
A group of teenage lads jumped in twitching and giggling. They were eating KFC, wearing caps and complaining about having to pay thirty pounds to repair an iphone.
Just then a group of carefully dressed sassy girls strutted past. Acrylic finger nails with tiny flowers and gems stuck on, straitened hair artfully sculptured, short skirts, baggy tops and faces so carefully made up that they almost looked like paintings of themselves.
The lads dropped their KFCs onto the counter and rush outside the shop.
"Aaawriiite darrlin?" one brashly called out.
"Piss off" the girl he was specifically addressing hissed and stuck her nose up.
"Lesssbiayaaanssss... innit?" He began the payback on the same beat that she finished speaking and in pefect time to the roar of the traffic.