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[LJ2ME] Highiand Tip #4
Sep. 16th, 2006 03:15 pmBenches are scarce but rules is rules
About an hour to wait for the bus to Callanais, so while in Stornaway I decide to get some food, and am cordially invited to the concept of scottish pie, a heart attack inducing confection of deep fried pastry and mince...Very nice!
Problem is, where can I sit? Wander down to the picturesque harbour (nope), past the few benches in the centre (all taken by pishheads or kids) so I check at the waiting room & see no sign so start to eat.
After a while the mardy bitch who mans the desk comes (there is no better way to describe her, she was made to demonstrate that old Yorkshire proverb 'face like a smacked arse') and told me off for eating. I finally see the tiny no food sign attached helpfully to the back of the electricity transformer.
So I go outside, all benches are still full and I get plopped on by a seagull. I don't think they get it.
About an hour to wait for the bus to Callanais, so while in Stornaway I decide to get some food, and am cordially invited to the concept of scottish pie, a heart attack inducing confection of deep fried pastry and mince...Very nice!
Problem is, where can I sit? Wander down to the picturesque harbour (nope), past the few benches in the centre (all taken by pishheads or kids) so I check at the waiting room & see no sign so start to eat.
After a while the mardy bitch who mans the desk comes (there is no better way to describe her, she was made to demonstrate that old Yorkshire proverb 'face like a smacked arse') and told me off for eating. I finally see the tiny no food sign attached helpfully to the back of the electricity transformer.
So I go outside, all benches are still full and I get plopped on by a seagull. I don't think they get it.
