Ian_Davies
Apprentice
Being a creature of habit, I'm partial to a Chinese takeaway for lunch on a Saturday which I enjoy as I sit down to watch the racing.
I buy it locally and the bloke in my local Chinese is perennially jovial and always fun to chat to while I wait for it to be cooked.
Not so this miserable - and I mean really miserable - old bloke who sadly comes in around the same time.
He's a Chelsea fan and the Chinese fella once tried to get a friendly three-way chat going by asking us both what we thought the score would be in the Chelsea game that day.
I didn't have a clue so I glanced at the correct score betting on Betfair Exchange on my phone and picked the market leader: "Two one to Newcastle (or whoever it was, can't even remember)," I said with totally faux authority on the subject.
"You don't know what you're talking about," this Grade A misery said to me.
I was like "whatever," my food came out, the chat had broken down and I went home and forgot all about it.
Anyway, turns out the score I gave was right, the Chinese fella reminded us both about it the following week, the old geezer was livid and was rude to me again - even though I had said literally nothing this time having simply answered a question the first time.
Since then, I've ignored the F out of this bloke, even though he tries to make eye contact every single week in the mistaken belief being rude to me is a free bet and I'll just wear it and carry on talking to him.
Anyway, his whole day was built around watching the Chelsea game tonight, he said to the Chinese guy at lunchtime and I just read Brighton knocked them out of the FA Cup.
Joy - savage joy.
I buy it locally and the bloke in my local Chinese is perennially jovial and always fun to chat to while I wait for it to be cooked.
Not so this miserable - and I mean really miserable - old bloke who sadly comes in around the same time.
He's a Chelsea fan and the Chinese fella once tried to get a friendly three-way chat going by asking us both what we thought the score would be in the Chelsea game that day.
I didn't have a clue so I glanced at the correct score betting on Betfair Exchange on my phone and picked the market leader: "Two one to Newcastle (or whoever it was, can't even remember)," I said with totally faux authority on the subject.
"You don't know what you're talking about," this Grade A misery said to me.
I was like "whatever," my food came out, the chat had broken down and I went home and forgot all about it.
Anyway, turns out the score I gave was right, the Chinese fella reminded us both about it the following week, the old geezer was livid and was rude to me again - even though I had said literally nothing this time having simply answered a question the first time.
Since then, I've ignored the F out of this bloke, even though he tries to make eye contact every single week in the mistaken belief being rude to me is a free bet and I'll just wear it and carry on talking to him.
Anyway, his whole day was built around watching the Chelsea game tonight, he said to the Chinese guy at lunchtime and I just read Brighton knocked them out of the FA Cup.
Joy - savage joy.

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