Saturday, 7 October 2017
7.10.17 Plastic
I left the kitchen, taking with me the small plastic bin that holds the recyclable plastics. I emptied it in the large plastic wheelie bin and then went to get a lottery ticket. I first needed to use the cash point because I had no real money. The local bank closed down on Friday, as did its cashpoint machine outside, so I was obliged to use the large lump of plastic situated inside the Co-op that serves as an ATM. I stuck my plastic card in the thing and took out £50. I got two real noted, and a £10 that is now basically plastic. I didn't need a plastic basket, as I would be shopping properly later on. I got a TV Guide and went to the till where I would buy a lottery ticket as well. I decided to offload the plastic £10 note. As I got to the till, I noticed on a floor a pair of plastic knitting needles in a plastic wrapper, so put them on the counter. The assistant suggested they had fallen out of the needlework magazine that was propped up to one side, a magazine that was encased in plastic to (unsuccessfully) hold the wool and needles. I presented the £10 plastic note and was frustrated to receive in my change a plastic £5 note that was adopting a shape that would not change. It was folded in a way that suggested a change of chemical structure had fucking occurred. Pissing fucking plastic.
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