On the notice-board (mostly horses, velour couches and ride-on mowers for sale) was an advert for a Christist anti-abortion campaign.
It was done (badly, I might add) in the form of a "speech" from the fœtus itself.
Stuff like "How lovely to be in this warm bath ... blah ... now you've dragged me out and I'm dead".
The tears were running down my leg.
Particularly poignant as my favourite check-out chick at the Blyton IGA, Sandy, she of the full pouty lips, was manifestly and sadly pregnant.
So I ripped it off and chucked it in the near-by bin.
I guess, with labour and print costs, this was worth about $1.30.
A fair way to go then.
Sledge
