Pins and Needles
LIFE just wasn’t fair, Joe decided gloomily. He’d always suspected it, but now he knew for certain. Because if life was fair he wouldn’t be sitting on the 8.35am train just minutes from a crucial job interview, with the most beautiful girl in the world opposite him and a head totally empty of witty chat-up lines. And such an acute case of pins and needles in his left foot that he was completely unable to move.
Perhaps just a little twiddle of the toes? He tried.
“Aaargh,” he croaked, trying to turn the sound into a cough. Oh, this was a disaster! He had to get off this train at the next stop. He was pushed for time, and he couldn’t see stuffy old Mr Pickett of Pickett, Reid and Murphy Ltd taking a sympathetic view of lateness due to pins and needles.
