Repairs and stares

There's a great deal of nothing going on when you're on the sausage. But in my case there's three counts of something going on, both left right and centre.
Today I took my unemployed self to Boots to order some prescription drugs. That's living.
It was the middle of the afternoon so the place wasn't too hectic (Faversham's hectic once a week; Saturday morning. At all other times it's quiet, peaceful and medieval).
I handed over my papers and waited a while. The chemist, meanwhile, stepped out of the back door to go play cricket for half an hour. I knew he did. We know they do. We knew that before Stupid and Stupidder showed us on their unfunny tv show.
When the pin roller returned he asked if I'd be paying for my prescription. This had slipped my mind - BONUS! That's £21.30 back in my pocket!
I had to mask my glee because another customer had approached. Made my day though, who'd have thunk it?