Crack of doom

Highlight (or more probably lowlight) of today was the charming gentleman ahead of me in the queue at Farmfoods at lunchtime. Farmfoods is just next door to the office and I'd popped in for some lunch and a can of pop. Middle aged, rather portly in stature and wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms that lovingly revealed half his arse-crack & accentuated by him leaning over his trolley. Oh and not forgetting the label of his trakkies which was comfortably nestled in said crack. Just what I wanted to see when I was about to eat my dinner.

Its noice its different its unewsewal.

The woman between us offered to let me jump in front of her in the queue since I only had a frozen sheperds pie and a can of 7up and she had a trolley full of frozen goods. I thanked her and remarked about the view. "Ooh I know. I wouldn't mind if he were a bit fit but..." and at this point she pulled a face that would've frightened a police horse. We both giggled. Ah, bonding with a strange woman over a man's arse crack. I never thought I'd see the day.

The trouble was I couldn't take my eyes off it. Like watching a car crash.

Cracking.