The Glass Door.

[Kitosdad]

Sure,I like a few pints on a Saturday night with my mates, who doesn't?
My problem started after one such Saturday night binge.
We'd all met at the "George" as usual, and a good time was had by all.
We really had a skinful, and I was in no mood to take the taxi ride home.
No, I'd walk home and try to walk-off the head-hammering effects of the eleven pints that I'd downed that evening.

It was pretty late as I ambled down Cedar Road and I stopped occasionally to let my blurred vision clear.
I really had downed one too many and my stomach was trying to protest whilst I was determined to keep what I had paid for just where it belonged.

Never again, I promised myself.
In future six pints would be my limit.
What the hell had I been thinking about, downing eleven pins?

Just as I was about to stop yet again to clear my head I looked up to see this guy walk through the plate-glass door of the "Wine-Store".
Man, I must be really drunk!, but no, he was followed by yet another guy carrying a crate of beer.

I staggered slowly forward to the shop and inside were two others frantically filling carrier bags with cartons of cigarettes.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
I saw the glass.
It was certainly there!
Double glazed and hammer-proof, yet these people were walking straight through it!

Tentatively I put my fingers to the glass and they passed straight though to the other side.
I slowly put my whole arm through, and then withdrew it.
I was aghast.
What the hell was going on here?
At that the two guys in the shop walked straight through the door and hurried off into the night, laden down with cartons of cigarettes.

I was totally bemused at what was happening.
I just couldn't believe what I had witnessed.
Once again I placed my hand against the glass and it passed straight through.
I slowly put my leg through the glass and finally I entered the "Wine-Store" completely, without a scratch.

This couldn't be happening, but happening it was.
Well, might as well make the most of this opportunity my befuddled mind told me. Picking up two carrier bags I filled them with cartons of my favourite smokes.
Oh, and a bottle of Scotch Whiskey for good measure thought I.

Returning to the door I put my hand to the glass and was alarmed to find that it was now solid once again.
I couldn't get out!.
The door was securely locked and barred.
Oh, I searched for the spare set of keys, but none were to be found.
Resignedly I sat by the counter and lit a cigarette, and that is where they found me the next morning when they opened the shop, that is, just after they phoned for the police.

Of course no-one believes my story, but yet again, no-one can understand how I got in there with no keys, and just where did all of the missing stock disappear to, but you believe me............................ don't you?

Kitos.
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Keep it simple ... Keep it interesting.

[Gray]

[Kiprida]

I agree with Gray :)

~Phoebe
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