I live in England in the lake district. I needed to meet up with some friends across the other side of Bowness (a little town) and on the way I passed so many bloody tourists and ice cream shops I eventually decided to get some ice cream. I only had 10p, having just spent all my money on a new brick of bikes (finally!). I went in and I believe the conversation went something like this:
"What's the cheapest thing you sell?"
"Well you can buy a single flake for 20p..."
"What's next cheapest thing?"
"Single cone for £1.60"
"OK well I haven't got any money, but how about I show you a magic trick and then you can decide whether it's good enough to deserve a free ice cream."
He looks at me weirdly - a bit suspicious I suppose - then
"OK"
"I'm going to do something you won't be able to figure out - I want it to be worth it for you..."
"OK"
I stretch my neck and rolls my shoulders a little, as if I'm getting comfortable, then...
...I shut my eyes, reach up and slowly pull a 3.5" nail out of my nose. I blink a little, wipe the nail, tap it on the counter. It's real.
I walked out of that shop with a free ice cream, a nail and a big smile.
Tell me your stories. Any stories. You will all have one.
Probably.
"What's the cheapest thing you sell?"
"Well you can buy a single flake for 20p..."
"What's next cheapest thing?"
"Single cone for £1.60"
"OK well I haven't got any money, but how about I show you a magic trick and then you can decide whether it's good enough to deserve a free ice cream."
He looks at me weirdly - a bit suspicious I suppose - then
"OK"
"I'm going to do something you won't be able to figure out - I want it to be worth it for you..."
"OK"
I stretch my neck and rolls my shoulders a little, as if I'm getting comfortable, then...
...I shut my eyes, reach up and slowly pull a 3.5" nail out of my nose. I blink a little, wipe the nail, tap it on the counter. It's real.
I walked out of that shop with a free ice cream, a nail and a big smile.
Tell me your stories. Any stories. You will all have one.
Probably.