Near-death experience

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's out of control!" yelped the elderly, disabled Jewish gentleman on the electric supermarket trolley as it hurtled towards me. In the nick of time, I blocked his path with my own trolley.

It'll be something stupid like that which gets me in the end, you know. Mark my words.

By Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

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