Last night in our local Co-op as I grabbed some milk I disturbed a guy stuffing packets of bacon down the front of his trousers. He looked like a poor soul, possibly drunk. We exchanged glances, he looked sheepish, I looked however you look when you discover someone doing something mildly illegal and possibly shameful. He hurried off, did a lap of the aisles, saw me again, looked guilty and disappeared from sight.
I couldn’t think of anything to say off the cuff that would make a difference and I didn’t see how telling tales would help him.
In an unrelated incident following a race today I saw a guy with a lipstick kiss surrounded by names tattooed on each butt cheek so it’s been a confusing weekend for me already.
I crave other peoples views on both these incidents.