Got ambushed by the gypsy selling lucky heather again. GAH! No, I don’t want your heather! No, I won’t shake your hand!
She seems to have acres of lucky heather to sell. If I had that much, I’d make a suit of it and win the lottery twice a week!
And what is it with the handshaking? Is she trying to strike me down with a gypsy curse because I didn’t buy any lucky heather?
“Would you like some lucky heather? No? Then may I shake your hand and give you the Black Spot?”
Surely if this heather was so lucky she could find a better job than selling drooping posys of lucky heather?