nice sleeves man

so i was at my local shopping centre with my two daughters, and i was having a particularly difficult time trying to wrangle with them and get all my erands done. my last task was to post a few letters including two packages. the door to the post shop was not a the conveniently automated sliding door i have come to expect from the modern shopping centre, but rather and awkward, double glazed, single door. ive got the two kids in a supermarket trolley. i push the door open and squeeze through trying not to wack the trolley into the door, which just about takes the last of my energy (sad given its 10:30 in the morning). by this time the kids are no longer happy to stay in the trolley and after a minor battle (i which i was as usual the loser) they were freed to the fanastic world that is the post shop floor. they are 2 and 4. the four year old was o.k, she just floped down in front of a rack of abc books, mesmerised. the 2 year old, however, is 2. say no more. so i am trying to adress this stuff and stop her from total destruction, and i do o.k if i don't say so myself. i get to the counter and the postage comes to a total of 7 dollars and something, unfortunately under the ten dollar limit. the guy at the counter casually tells me their is an atm a few shops down. i look at him, at the kids, at the trolley, at the door, at the kids again, and i think - yeah right easy for you to say (hope that isnt under copywrite thag!). the guy is just looking at me and smiling. o.k i say slowly. he is still smiling. deep breath. grab kids and put the in the trolley. squeeze back out through the door (as i do a girl pushes past me into the shop and smiles - n.b. what's with all the smiling?) race down to the atm, get the money, and race back. done. evryone happy. or as close as you get. so as i am heading to my car i see this old guy (around 70) with full sleeve tattoos. and he is miling too. he stops me and says - what's the most expensive thing in your trolley?. i look. kids panadol, dymatap, nurofen, two sorts of cough drops, face cream (for my partner i assure you), telephone, backpack full of kids clothes and snacks etc, plum sauce, choy sum. choy sum i say, trying to be funny. i meant the kids idiot says the guy. idiot i think, maybe i am. what comeback can i think of. nice sleeve i say as he walks away. he doesn'T hear me. lucky he didnt. he would probably have smacked me out in the carpark. my kids would be scarred for life. 10:45 another exerpt from the shag pile.