A new Tesco girl.

I saw the most beautiful girl in the world today.
Dark hair styled in a mohawk, full sleeve tattoos, piercings similar to my own.
It was the hardest thing to just not stand there and look at her.
She served me in Tesco where I was buying alcohol.  Which, I realised too late, meant handing over my ID.  The one with the awful photo of me taken when I was seventeen.
How embarrassing.

Forget Morrison's; Tesco is where I'm buying all my groceries from now on.