Supermarket girl.
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a supermarket girl. She smells of washing-up-liquid and is a genius at maths.Every day I visit her supermarket and just wonder in awe as she shines like an angel under a halo of fluorescent tubing… sigh. And when she mumbles to me, without a moments hesitation: That’s eight pound and twenty-seven pence… do you have a Nectar Card? I simply explode with delight.
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a supermarket girl. She smells of washing-up-liquid and is a genius at maths.Every day I visit her supermarket and just wonder in awe as she shines like an angel under a halo of fluorescent tubing… sigh. And when she mumbles to me, without a moments hesitation: That’s eight pound and twenty-seven pence… do you have a Nectar Card? I simply explode with delight.
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