Papa's Got a Brand New Bag

Date: 5/25/2020

I am in Glasgow City Centre (or the toon as we call it here) and I am looking to spend some money. But I'm Scottish so I'm not looking to be ripped off, I just want to buy the things I want then leave. I am in a department-store like Debenhams or John Lewis. There are bags that I want to look at. I am not sure at this point if it's because I see myself as being one of these 21st century metrosexual hipster millennial types with their stupid man bags or whatever but I am looking at some reasonably expensive satchel type leather bags. £500 upwards. The bags section is actually like a kiosk type booth with one of the aforementioned metrosexual hipster millennial types serving. There is a large crowd trying to get served which doesn't seem to bother me as I have no intention of paying that sort of money to look like one of those twats. I am then standing at the bottom of an escalator after having paid £300 for a PlayStation 4. I don't know why I bought one of those but it then enters my head that I need to return to the bags stall so I can get a bag to carry the PS4 about in it. Something in the £30 range. I remember looking at a particularly bright bag which was red leather and £510 bag so not for me and a beige one at 3K. I think I laughed when I saw the price of that one. I also remember thinking that I shouldn't be spending any more money because I need to get games and peripherals for the PS4. Then I remember thinking I'll just leave it till after next pay day and then get frustrated with myself as what was the point of buying a PS4 that I couldn't do anything with? The next thing I can remember is that I am not in a department store. Nor do I have a PS4 or a bag to carry it about in. I am sat in a seat having my head massaged by Linda. Linda is a woman I used to chat with online. She was married but it wasn't a normal marriage as both she and her man had been having "relations" with other people from the get go. Nothing ever did happen with me and Linda. We did meet and she used to send me pictures of herself naked but she didn't do it for me although I did like her as a person. Very opinionated and not afraid to share those opinions. Anyway I am sat in this chair and it looks like I am on a train platform, possibly Croftfoot Station which was my local train station when I was growing up in Rutherglen. Linda's long dark curly hair was draped over my head as she massaged me. Unusually, she is fully clothed.