Happy Days

Today I decided to buy some stamps from WH Smiths in Victoria station (the big one, right in the middle of the station). I've needed them for a while, and I thought I'd strike while the iron was hot, and especially while i remembered. So I approach one of the many seven long cues of commuters, standing in lines with their heats and their standards. Until i notice a till tucked away around the corner, one girl paying for a magazine, and no one else around. I skip over, trying hard to draw no attention to myself on the way. After the girl has paid for her glamour, I ask for 12 first class stamps. I pay by switch, not a word is exchanged during this transaction. Until! I go to leave, and the thirty-something brains from Thunderbird look-a-like dismisses me with the delightful phrase: "Happy Days!" And two words make the world a much better place.