I went late night shopping in the city after work today. Meh, not a lot of luck and to make things worse my last minute meander in French Connection made me miss my train by the skin of my teeth. Literally I threw my one and only shopping bag in the doors and they closed - on my bag. I had to wrench it out from the doors and stand there while the gawkers inside rolled off. I said fcuk under my breath quite a few times.
If only I had looked this glam missing the train
trapped pigeon looking for crisps
So after my train debacle I dined at the fine establishment with the big golden M to kill 15 minutes. The ambiance of the tiled station complete with trapped pigeon and dirty old man, sans shoes did little to improve my mood. And, it turned out the the quarter pound of meat stuffs I ate did not play nice with my digestive system. So ... all in all a pretty crappy retail experience, I might stick to online and markets.
The sexy way to eat fast food ...