Stephen realised immediately he had said ‘goodbye’ too early as they both turned to walk in the same direction. After five minutes of silence, the awkwardness was almost unbearable. By the time the waiter came to take their order, the date was basically a complete write-off.
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Peering out of the aeroplane window, you say: “Those people down there look like ants.” The girl in the seat next to you says: “They are ants.” At this point, the plane is already 30,000 feet in the air. “How can you see that from this height?,” you say, “Wait, more importantly, how could I see that?” She smiles and says: “You think that’s amazing? Wait until you realise that this conversation isn’t out loud. Now, shall we get out of here?”
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Martin left the dentist’s surgery with mixed feelings. On the one hand, the appointment had quickly descended into a comprehensive rumdown of his sub-standard oral hygiene and the moral and ethical failings this implied about his character. On the other hand, the dentist had finished by saying, “and we’ll see you again in six months”, so the situation couldn’t be quite as bad as he’d earlier suggested.
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It just didn’t make any sense. How did the trolley get there? The closest supermarket was five miles away, in the next town. Why would someone steal a trolley, let alone take it this far? The constable looked up and down the row of houses, and sighed. He’d have to go door-to-door and see if anyone had seen anything resembling a trolley theft in the past twenty four hours. He didn’t hold much hope – everyone was too wrapped up in their own trivial problems these days to focus on things that really matter. Of course, the ideal person to ask would have been that man bundled up inside the trolley, but, obviously, he’d been strangled. Which was another thing to worry about. Another round of futile door-to-door enquiries. One thing at a time, Lawrence, old boy. Just you figure out this trolley mess first.