Clean-Up In Aisle One
OK, here goes. Hopefully if I write this down my mind will clear up. So…erm…hi…paper… My name’s Jake and I’ve got a strange story to tell… It all started last Thursday and it was the day I was meant to go to the shops and get some supplies. The supermarket we went to was always very good, never seemed to run out of anything. So I just popped down one morning to get the odd items, when I found myself sharing an aisle with a new teenage shelf stacker. He was average-sized for his age and had short blonde hair, with a blue shirt and black trousers that seemed to contain a rather well kept body. He gave me once glance and I found myself automatically busying my eyes in what ended up being curry …