Yesterday I was in Budgeon's in Henfield buying a large bag of Chappie dog food for my loyal pet dog...and was in the checkout line when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
What did she think I had...an elephant? So since I had lots of time...on impulse I told her that no...I didn't have a dog...I was starting the Chappie Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't...because I ended up in the hospital last time...but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your trouser pockets with Chappie nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.)
Horrified...she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no...I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's bum and a car hit us both.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard. Budgeon's won't let me shop there anymore.
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