I brave the shops. Cash Converters is the kind of horrible that you’d expect from a pawn shop. A place filled with stuff that people were too poor to keep, and things stolen and sold by junkies. But I would still buy from it and not feel guilty. Because that’s how I roll. Some jakies are in, trying to pawn somebody’s stuff. The shop assistant is probably the right kind of person to deal with them, as she is also a bam. She tells a customer that she would get her “baws chewed” if she did whatever he was asking. I wonder if that phrase is in her training manual.
I’m intrigued by why mundane things are interesting to some people. Years ago, in Argyle St, I was amazed to see an entire family stand and watch a worker drill a hole in the ground. Kids and parents, gathering together, to watch a hole made bigger and bigger. Is this the equivalent of the circus for stupid people? The reason that I thought of this tonight, is that I got caught up in a bit of a crowd today. I couldn’t quite understand why these people had amassed at this one particular spot. Then I saw what they were watching. It was a dog, trying to eat an Argos catalogue. This is the kind of thing that draws a crowd in Glasgow city centre.