Sowerbutt's Slapping

The butcher's face was turning pillar-box red. “You witch, you come in my shop, upsetting my wife. I’d knock you out if you were a man.” A housewife in the queue shouted: “Give her a slapping, Tom. We don’t like food snoopers round here.” “Don’t you touch me, you oaf. I’m an officer of the law,” the woman snapped. “Your wife will be getting a summons to appear in court and I’ll lay a charge against you for threatening me.”

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