I was thinking about fish and chips yesterday, triggered by a funny and very apt comment made by Brenda of Floral Fantasies. I subsequently hopped back in here to peek at an old Tuesday Tale, written in February 2012. Almost four years ago now and few of you sweeties did see the post, but many of you didn't so here it is again. Whilst laid up I might even have time to dig back in the memories for some new ones!
A Tuesday Tale - pick where you eat your fish and chips with care
I had a really fun work pal called Joy (still great mates) - we worked together for a few years and oddly enough got into a few scrapes - our boss called us the Terrible Twosome and I do think we managed to age him by about 20 years :)
On this particular dark evening we'd left the Carlisle office and were driving back
to our hotel when we spied a good ole Northern fish and chip shop. It was emanating (big word!) the most wonderful smells and so we stopped and joined the queue. Hotel food did become quite tiring and this promised to be a yummy meal.
The food came in boxes like those above and we selected our own personal treat - a polystyrene pot of curry sauce for Joy (What?! That was a new one on me.) and a large soft roll for your truly. I'm afraid to confess that I just love a chip butty :)
We hopped back into Joy's car and then parked, almost straight over the road, in a very quiet little car park in a disused retail park. Windows down to prevent the lingering smell of vinegar and curry sauce we began to tuck in. Bliss - and then Joy hissed at me 'Don't look too pointedly Di, but can you see what going on over there?'.
I'd been really pre-occupied making my chip butty, head down and carefully lining up the chips like little soldiers (chip OCD?), and had only partly noticed the only other cars which had arrived in the car park. So, I took a look and replied 'Really parked close together aren't they - they'd never be able to open their doors to get out' and then 'Oooh, look Joy, how friendly - they're passing packs of cigarettes around from car to car through the windows', before returning to carefully assembling layer two of chips in said chip butty. How
Next thing I knew, Joy had quietly raised the car windows - then she made her move. 'Look Dumbo' she hissed (there was a lot of hissing going on here I noticed) - 'those aren't packets of cigarettes. And we could be thought to be a drugs surveillance team if they take notice'.
Slowly, the asses ears sprouted from my head and preoccupation with a neatly made chip butty was swiftly replaced by absolute terror. 'Hold onto your hat Di - we're out of here' was the next utterance from Joy, followed by her box of fish and chips landing on my lap and the pot of curry sauce being thrust into my hand. And with that, she started the engine and we screeched out of the car park.
It was like a scene from something like Cagney and Lacey or maybe Thelma and Louise. Only, I just bet that Louise wasn't whimpering 'I want my Mummy. I don't want to be shot. I didn't see anything, honestly' repeatedly whilst looking like an Indian goddess with each hand raised on either side, one clutching a chip butty and the other one holding a lidless pot of curry sauce as we hurtled along. There were a few mini-roundabouts on the route too and believe me, that was tricky stuff! Threats from Joy that she'd personally shoot me if I spilt the curry sauce all over the car weren't helping either :(
As it happens, we weren't followed, we did survive unscathed and hid the car round the back of the hotel where we half heartedly finished off the fish and chip supper. The following day, back at the Carlisle office, we discovered that sure enough - where we'd parked was a 'known' local hangout for drug dealers. Ha, known perhaps - but not if you're a couple of innocent visitors trying to have a quiet supper!
Ha ha ha ! Absolutely hilarious! Thanks for sharing!ReplyDelete
Oh my goodness--you made me laugh, Di! Plus it brought back fond memories of my only trip to England many, many years ago where we had fish & chips several times!ReplyDelete
Hi Di,hee hee hee, my parents parked innocently under a bridge one day where those things went on, the only thing was that a police helicopter came down to their level to check them out, they were just having lunch!!! (they didn't stay much longer)...MeganReplyDelete
LOL what a tale Di......I can now smell vinegar...amazing how things can be triggered. Take care xxReplyDelete
Funny story :)ReplyDelete
Makes me pine for Fish and Chips, though!!!
OH that did make me laugh. Hope things are improving for you day by day but great that you've been able to dig out the funny story to share!ReplyDelete
What a fun story to start my morning DI, so explicitly written that I could picture the whole scene, right down to the shifty characters in the adjoining cars.ReplyDelete
But what about the boiled onions, curry sauce is no substitute at all.
I am so pleased that despite being in such pain much of the time lately your sense of humor remains, I think that's what keeps us going so often, thanks for sharing.
Hahahahaha !!! Only YOU could do that !!! :-D I don't think you are safe to be out you know hee hee.ReplyDelete
Glad you finally managed to eat your F&C though and YES - curry sauce on it is the business :-D
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This really made me chuckle...... and feel hungry! The best fish and chip shop in the world is a just a few miles from where I am now. I feel a visit coming on today. ;-) xxReplyDelete
Still just as funny this time around! LOL!ReplyDelete
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Glad you got outta there! Hope you're feeling better sweetie!ReplyDelete
Well, fancy being witness to a full on drugs deal Di and you could of 'had your chips' entirely (pardon the pun) if that bunch had thought you were spying. Glad you managed to finish your scrummy fish and chips though and no spilt curry sauce. I think the smell of fish, chips and vinegar is one of those things that makes you feel hungry whether you have just eaten or not. xReplyDelete
The Doc let Aunt Eileen choose where to go for their Christmas meal out and she chose a fish and chip shop so that's what they had to celebrate Christmas with. Just as funny reading this again. Good job Parsnip wasn't with you then. He might have blown your cover. Hugs Mrs A.ReplyDelete
Well at least your bad foot hasn't caused you to lose your sense of humour. Great story and made me laugh.ReplyDelete
The doggie went round to my Dads and is probably given away by now. Best leave the glue pot where it is until you can sit out at the table! xx
Yes, I remember it well, and I can still see you zooming out of the car park like Cagney and Lacey.ReplyDelete
You always wrote the best Tuesday Tales, Di! This was high adventure and too funny! Bring 'em again for us, we don't mind!! I hope you are doing better! Hugs, DarnellReplyDelete
Oh I felt the tension reading that. I love fish & chips. The best I've tasted are in Essex when go to visit our friends. BarbxxReplyDelete
Your fish and chips look yummy....but by all means, find somewhere else to eat it next time! Loved the 'tale'!ReplyDelete