Pap fancied his usual Monday night curry. It had been a frantic day programming codes and the lunchtime trip to games workshop had really taken it out of him. There was no two ways about it, it was curry O’clock.
He grabbed his phone, his mouth already salivating at the thought of a chicken madras with all the trimmings and he flicked through his phone book looking for the Bargarh Express express on the high street. He flicks through his phone book at high speed, Alex, Alice, Anna, another swipe, Boom! Bargarh Express! He hits the button.
“Alright Mavis?” the scouse accent is familiar to Pap but he can’t quite place is. “Hi can I order for delivery please?” “haha nice one Pap you old wanker. How’s it going?” Pap’s face dropped like a stone. What had he done? He had previous mulled over deleting Barry’s number from his phone but the danger always was, what if Barry called him? How could he screen his calls if he didn’t know it was Barry calling? What if Barry got bored sitting at home materbating and called Pap for a chat on the European Union? With this in mind, Pap left the number on the phone. Now he was paying the price.