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Feel my innersoles!

Having just been to God's Waiting Room, aka Eastbourne, recently to visit my partner's elderly Aunt I overheard the following conversation in a Poundshop:

'Oooh Eddie have a feel of these' the elderly Gent gingerly squeezes the innersole through the aptly titled 'Squeeze Me' cutout hole in the shelf hanger... 'aren't they soft?
Eddie squeezes the said innersoles with finger an thumb 'Oooh they are soft....only a pound too, they are soft!...." Eddie turns to around "Ted have a feel of these....'
Ted comes over and pinches innersoles with finger and thumb, 'Oh they're soft, feel really comfortable....' 'Gladys, Glad come 'ere, feel these....they're really soft ain't they?'
Glad comes over and pinches the innersoles between thumb and finger,
'Aww err, they're soft....lovely in yer shoes.....' Glad ponders, then calls out 'Else, come and have a feel of these...' 
Else comes over and pinches the innersoles between finger and thumb,
'Aww, ooh, they're soft how lovely! Go lovely in a pair of shoes.....' 'Vi, come here have a squeeze of these, lovely and soft....'
Vi toddles over and squeezes the innersoles, 
'Oh how lovely and soft, could do with some of them in me shoes...'
Only the intervention of the shopkeeper interrupted the whole coachload of pensioners from squeezing those sodding innersoles.
I bought a pair, they're lovely and soft; perfect for my shoes. The best part, they were only a £1 a pair.


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