Brown goods and pink bits
Apr. 8th, 2010 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My new office is proving to be educational. A truck went past my window today, with a slogan painted down its side: Quality storage solutions for white and brown goods. I know what white goods are, but what are brown goods? I'm thinking furniture.
I couldn't be bothered making my lunch this morning, so I decided to try out the sandwich shop up the road at lunch time. It turns out they do a nice chicken focaccia. The man in line in front of me didn't want to buy anything. He wanted to return two gourmet sausage rolls he had purchased minutes before. 'The meat's not cooked,' he said to the woman behind the counter, showing her a sausage roll with a bite taken out of it. 'There's pink bits in it, look!'
She looked. 'That's bacon, love.'
'Aw, right, thanks.' He left happily, taking another big bite out of the roll as he went.
I couldn't be bothered making my lunch this morning, so I decided to try out the sandwich shop up the road at lunch time. It turns out they do a nice chicken focaccia. The man in line in front of me didn't want to buy anything. He wanted to return two gourmet sausage rolls he had purchased minutes before. 'The meat's not cooked,' he said to the woman behind the counter, showing her a sausage roll with a bite taken out of it. 'There's pink bits in it, look!'
She looked. 'That's bacon, love.'
'Aw, right, thanks.' He left happily, taking another big bite out of the roll as he went.