Along with Bunny, Leftwing Idiot and his dad, I went to get some stuff for the Castle from a large DIY store the other day. As we went through the automatic doors I ticced, “Welcome to Hell.”
It wasn’t too hellish, but even so, while we were there I had a ‘ticcing fit’ in the middle of an aisle.
Leftwing Idiot and Bunny made sure I was fine. What surprised us all was that although the fit lasted for almost fifteen minutes and involved me flailing around on the floor, no one came to check if we were OK. This suited me as I was being well taken care of, but I did wonder what would’ve happened if I’d been alone.
“I’m going to take a cheap shot at Christmas.”
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