26.5.2009

AIRPORT.

    AIRPORT.

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    Ben once again found a nice little spot in which he felt he could turn a good little profit. Pulling out the mini blind first before openeing up the small steel shutter then walking round the back to open the back door, he now stepped in using the mini metal step at the rear of the van just below the door. He walked into the back and immediately fell over a rather large obstacle to land flat on his face by this thing before feeling the all too familiar feeling of loads upon loads of crisp packets and drink cans landing on his back, yes the impact of his fall had set that dodgy shelf off again, "Ouch! Bloomin shelves!" He shouted whilst wondering why they never toppled all their stuff while he was driving along going up and down over all those pot hole infested streets which frequented this side of London.

    "Ouch! Bloomin you!" Came a reply from the large obstruction besides him. Ben stood up real fast in shock before realising that this obstacle was none other than Clive. "What are you doing in my van?"

    Clive rubbed away his blurred vision, was it the alcohol or was it that last can of coke hitting the back of his head? Never mind he had to answer the question for his short sighted drinking companion. "Sleeping off my hangover, that's what I am doing."

    "How did you get in here?"

    Boy he was sure thick this morning or is he always this dumb thought Clive and once more he searched for a more civilised way to answer Ben. "You dropped your keys before passing out. Also, if you remember I offered for you to come and sleep with me."

    Clive and Ben both heard an "Oh really! Come on Pauline." Both turned to see two sweet looking elderly ladies give them a scornful look before walking very hurriedly away. Ben gave Clive one really bad stare before shouting "Oh just great! Now I've lost my first customers because of you."

    Clive shouted back deciding to loose his cool, "Hey don't blame me! Anyway you won't get much custom here, airports have their own eating places."

    "So? I still have to try, now help me get this mess up onto these blasted shelves."

    Even though the request was a demanding one Clive helped Ben put the packets and cans onto their rightful shelves. Once he had done this he informed Ben, "Right I'm off to the front, call me if you need me." Then added one word of warning, "Oh by the way watch out for those low flying planes."

    "What? Oh never mind." What ever it was it couldn't have been that important.

    Clive left Ben to wait for maybe a stray holiday maker while he sat up front listening to the cricket on the radio.