The good-looking lady in the queue in front of me had no trouble using the in-store lingo.
Blonde, trim, nice cheek bones.
If I was younger, better looking, taller, mentally stable and actually possessed a job – I think I might have been in with a chance.
She ordered a grand double thingy with extra whatsit in a ‘to go’ cup with a shot of that syrup in a big bottle.I didn't stand a chance in this world.
I just wanted them to boil a kettle and hand me a cup of Nescafe.