Dear Steven.
I went to the shop today. I only wanted to buy a bag. I got to the cash desk and asked for the bag. And a very nice lady gave me a bag. It was beautiful. Had a ladybird on it. And then I asked for a bag to put the bag in. And she looked at me as though I was crazy. But, why is that crazy? If you buy anything else, you get s bag to put it in. So, why wouldn’t I get a bag for my bag? After about 30 seconds of staring at each other, she gave me a bag. And I put my bag in the bag. But then I realised the situation I had put myself in. Because now I had no bag to put my bag for my bag in. So I looked at her, and she looked at me, and I said, “can I have a bag to put my bag for my bag in?” She blinked slowly. And then she gave me a bag. Now I didn’t know what to do because I had a bag for my bag for my bag, but what did I put that in? So I said to her, “can I have a bag?” She looked at me. I looked at her. She reached under the counter for a bag. She started to slowly pull it out. The second it hit the counter, “can I have a bag?” Bang. “Can I have a bag?” Bang. “Can I have a bag?” Bang. “Can I have a bag?” Bang. “Can I have a bag?” Bang. “Can I have a bag?” Bang. It became a game. A challenge. A meeting of minds. Who would blink first? Well, she did. She ran out of bags. And I struggled home with my mountain of bags.
Your friend
Kevin