A friend of mine worked in the fish shop with his father The father and son never saw eye to eye Dad looked after the griller accompanied with his green john McEnroe headband to contain the sweating. the son took the orders.
On one occasion the son made a blue. J Mac wiping his dripping brow over the griller turns to his son " I can not believe it". Youuuu idi-ot. Onlooking customers having payed the entrance fee pondered at this quibble.
The son feeling a little small quipped "idiot! your a flathead" I couldn't contain the laughing. Plato and Stalin jostling for supremacy.
Mind you the customers didn't mind the theatrics and Thursdays and Fridays was always a full house because the food was sublime. With a little added moisture on your burger to boot.
