This is one I shared with a friend. This one is particular banal. I hope you like it.
I wanted some Haloumi and was going to go to Co-op, but instead I went to the Turkish shop to see if it was cheaper.
It wasnt. I bought it anyway.
My friend’s response was this: “I like that story, it starts out optimistic, has a dip where things aren’t working out as planned, but then the heroine gets the haloumi in the end.”
Editor’s note: I think adding the response may have elevated the status of this story, but I do hope this does not hinder the enjoyment of this tale, or indeed make the reader feel cheated and that it can still be considered as shit.
The Shambush! Coffee Table Book of Shit Stories: Annie’s Haloumi