Lucky Heather Hypocrisy

Got ambushed by the gypsy selling lucky heather again. GAH! No, I don’t want your heather! No, I won’t shake your hand!

Selling lucky heather in soiled rags is hardly a ringing endorsement either. If it was ‘lucky’, surely she’d be wearing Gucci or Armani? Would she not be selling it from the boot of her Ferrari?

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?

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