I was in the queue Tesco to buy 10 Marlboro Menthols this morning, the man in front of me was incredibly smelly, had dirty grey hair, and a trolley full of Strongbow. I noticed these things about him, but paid little heed because (quite frankly) Wisbech is full of people fitting that description.
So he walked up to the counter and ordered "three lucky dips fer Wensdee and a coupla packsa Roffmans".
But then he enquired if there had been a Euro (but he said 'Uroe') Millions winner that week.
The lady on the counter replied in the affirmitive.
Then the man turned to me and said, "Probbly a fuckin' foreigner", before tipping me a conspiratorial wink, like I was somehow in on his little racist outburst.
I wanted to point out how it was 'Euro' Millions, and therefore it was quite likely that a 'foreigner' would win it, it being a competition that involves many EU countries, and all... I didn't though, because I was too scared of his wife, who'd suddenly turned up in her wolf-print fleece, brandishing an umbrella and looking like Bella Emberg.