Fun story.
Last weekend I was in Homebase on Finchley Road buying lightbulbs. There was a guy and his kid stood in front of me in the queue, he looked scruffy as **** - grotty sweatpants, roughed up polo shirt, disheveled hair and generally looking like your stereotypical council flat tenant.
Then I noticed that when he paid, he whacked an American Express Centurion card into the chip and pin machine. I immediately scolded myself for being such a prejudiced tool.
Then I remembered that my dad bought his most expensive car in much the same attire. £120k Merc dressed in £10 joggers and a fleece with a bit of curry stained down the front. Halcyon days.
Last weekend I was in Homebase on Finchley Road buying lightbulbs. There was a guy and his kid stood in front of me in the queue, he looked scruffy as **** - grotty sweatpants, roughed up polo shirt, disheveled hair and generally looking like your stereotypical council flat tenant.
Then I noticed that when he paid, he whacked an American Express Centurion card into the chip and pin machine. I immediately scolded myself for being such a prejudiced tool.
Then I remembered that my dad bought his most expensive car in much the same attire. £120k Merc dressed in £10 joggers and a fleece with a bit of curry stained down the front. Halcyon days.