pdsa

I love charity shops.
My house has been furnished from skips and my cupboards are full of stuff. A bargain is as good as it gets, sometimes.
PDSA Orpington however made me SO cross, I hadto write.
This was the last of the 8 million charity shops that adorn the High Street in this South East London Satelite, not because there is a super duper new out of town shopping experience but because people like it that way.apparently.
After a few minutes of innocent browsing, I became aware of a woman glaring at me over folded, permatanned, leathery arms. Her bright pink mouth pursed like a dogs bottom. I glanced at her and considered what she was doing. If I were a shoplifter, I wouldn’t get far as I have a bad leg, but what would I be doing nicking a £4.99 dress anyway? I thought I must be mistaken. I went to the til, then spotted some cameras so left the queue to take a better look. As I peered at them over the fan, leatherface asked in a loud voice from right next to me Have you served this lady? obviously meant to let me know she had me in her sights.
Dumbfounded, I left the cameras, made my purchase and went on my way.
I have never been made to feel so awkward in a shop before! Did she really have nothing better to do? Perhaps she should leave the shop keeping to the other, much nicer ladies that looked embarresses at her behavior. Maybe she was a retired headmistress that missed her job!
Either way, the PDSA are going to get a letter. I have a direct debit giving them a little every month because as an impoverished student, they glued my dog back together on numerous occasions and I believe I owe them.
Grrrr to leathery bored housewives with dogs bottoms for mouths and pink lipstick.
Now I have vented, I should stop going over it.