Beer and biscuits
Published: 19 September 2019
Citra in the Billy. Good beer in a splendid pub.
Max is content at last, he refused to come in to "Ultimate Outdoor" and whined in "Blacks".
"No I didn't" said Max "I merely pointed out that waiting for someone to select a pair of shoes is one of God's trials, designed to expose the godly and the ungodly, a test of the which, as a bloke who has had occasion to accompany women engaged in a similar activity, you should be fully cognisant".
"Ah but that test Max, includes being pressed to express not only an opinion but ultimately a choice, which will be surely rejected with scorn or incredulity as being unhelpful, mean, inappropriate or even downright hurtful. All you were required to do, was to lay quietly and raise an eyebrow at the prices."
"Whatever" said Max "I think that is a uniquely human problem upon which I am reluctant to comment, but I suggest, if you truly believe that I am whining, that you take remedial action by way of the giving of biscuits, and failing that, going home".
"You don't want to see the art exhibition?"
"I think you already took an executive decision on that when you left me tied to table while you looked round." said Max.