Our takeaway shop is quiet tonight.
"People will not get payed until next thursday," our delivery driver said,"and today is Robert Burns birthday, many people celebrate with haggis and black pudding."
"Do you like black pudding?" I asked.
"Yuck. I don't." He said.
"Do you know any Robert burns song?"
He didn't know. And he was surprised that 'Auld lang syne' is Burns song, and he can't remember the tune.
Another customer came in, he never has any idea what to eat, and ask my recommendation, and accept whatever what I give him. I asked him to sing 'Auld lang syne', he sang nicely, but it's "Who's chariot take home."
A poet's birthday, and he seems the only descent one, it's quite sad for a nation.
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"People will not get payed until next thursday," our delivery driver said,"and today is Robert Burns birthday, many people celebrate with haggis and black pudding."
"Do you like black pudding?" I asked.
"Yuck. I don't." He said.
"Do you know any Robert burns song?"
He didn't know. And he was surprised that 'Auld lang syne' is Burns song, and he can't remember the tune.
Another customer came in, he never has any idea what to eat, and ask my recommendation, and accept whatever what I give him. I asked him to sing 'Auld lang syne', he sang nicely, but it's "Who's chariot take home."
A poet's birthday, and he seems the only descent one, it's quite sad for a nation.
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