I’m back in Sainsbury’s Starbucks. A guy in a checked blue and white shirt has just told his client (a roofer) that now his listing is on a particular website, he’s “guaranteed” to be on the first page of a google search of local roofing companies.
I can’t imagine that’s true, unless this guy’s figured out Google’s algorithm. And I’ve got to be honest, it’s possible but he doesn’t really seem the type.
It’s noisy here. Always noisy, like a railway station concourse. Cold too. I keep forgetting that. Plus they’ve run out of tea.
Still, I’ve finished a couple of poems while I’ve been here.
“We have to wait for them to come in from another store,” said the barista looking a little sad and embarrassed.
“Aw shame, I guess you’re miles away from any kind of shop that sells tea bags,” I almost said.
I thought it though. But of course there’s probably some legal reason why they can’t walk a few metres to the aisle with the teabags in it. Who knows - maybe if someone chokes on a cup of earl grey here, they’d much prefer it if they were solely responsible? Fair enough.
There was a trainer on my car tonight. I don’t get it. Someone had put it there, but I don’t quite know why. One single left training shoe, sitting on the boot like a weird spoiler.
Is it a sign? If it is, I’m not sure what it means. It might be that I’m supposed to keep running... but only with one leg. Which is called something else. Or perhaps I’m supposed to find its owner, some unbalanced old man somewhere. I don’t know. It might be that someone found it and for some reason thought it would be funny to balance it on my car.
“Yeah you can find pretty much anything on Google,” says checkshirt to the roofer. That is an odd thing to say in this day and age, but there it was. Never argue with a real-life SEO wizard who seems to have the power to get your business on the first page of a popular search.
Actually, maybe he could help me figure out what to do with one old left trainer...
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