It was all go in the Co-op today. There was a long que for the machines that go bleep so I joined the faster-moving qeu for the humans. This proved to be a good move because at the head of the quu was a large tin of Quuuuality Street with a note informing customers they were welcome to tuck in by way of apology for the seasonal quees. I'm not a huge fan of Quaality Street but hey, never look a gift sweet in the wrapper and all that.
But that was only the beginning of the excitement! As I got to the head of the qeuu, I caught a snippet of shop talk:
Shop assistant one: Where is he now?
Shop assistant two: He's out the back. They're arresting him.
Shop assistant one: They think he did it in the shop.
And sure enough, when I exited the emporium of gaudily wrapped sweeties, there was a young chap in black being bundled in a most uncomfortable way into one of Her Majesty's Taxi Cabs by another young chap in black. Presumably a shoplifter (the first young chap in black, I mean) though the last line of shop talk seems to imply it was a crime that might also be committed elsewhere.
And the quuuuuuu wasn't really that long either.