To Waitrose for essential supplies of cake and biscuits.
Alas, my way to the tasty, tasty cookies was blocked by a little old lady trying to reach the premium brands made from Soylent Green and plutonium ore on the top shelf, and failing miserably.
And then, like a veritable biscuity waterfall, she knocks a deluge of packets from the shelf, all destined for the floor, closely followed by a skip round the back.
Time. Stops.
I lunge forward. Left hand. Right hand. Snatching the plummeting packets from the air, handing them off into my trolley before going back for more.
I am a blur, dressed head-to-toe in black, and not one of those biscuits hits the floor. NOT ONE.
"Woah," said a passing dude, "Ninja skills!"
And he is correct. My Ninja skills are indeed l33t. And there lies the problem: My l33t Ninja skills have been witnessed by members of the public, who may identify me as a Ninja.
Seconds later, the problem is resolved.
Then, I bought myself a nice packet of - oh-ho! - Ninja Biscuits and went home.
6 comments:
I read a news report that ninjas were involved in that whole mortgage collapsy thing in America. Is this true?
If you had red hair and similar skills would you be a Ginja Ninja?
I want to see an advert where a balaclava clad ninjitsu warrior jumps out from the bushes next to a road accident and proceeds to strip down to a pinstripe suit only to hand the unfortunate victim a card reading "Ninjary Lawyers 4U"
If you were nervous you could be a ninja worrier. Or if you moan about things, a ninja whinger.
Eat all the biscuits in one sitting and become the ninja binger
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