So the boy (age 5) I take to a street dance class every Wednesday where this chap teaches him some moves:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wynUUw9IeRU(hey, who doesn't want to be the cool kid
)
Anyway, usually I take the time that the boy is doing this out to go do an oil round in the city centre, so I'm loaded up with barrels.
We get there and Stefin is late - it happens from time to time, so I say to the other parents, "Hey, we'll pop out for ten minutes then check back". I figure we'll go to the nearby big pizza place and get some oil and come back.
Anyway, the lad helps me carry drums into this place and I say hi to the Polish chef, who tells me that during the week some guys turned up "we're here to collect the oil". When challenged for a company address they do a runner (this place I've collected from for a very, very long time, get along well with the chef). Hey ho, nice try but it happens.
So I'm loading up with two 60l drums and the chef is asking my little 'un if he likes ham, and pineapple. Then he's off to the dough machine and before I know it the lad is having a custom pizza made while he watches. The chef is showing him the oven and keeps opening it to see the progress of cooking the pizza. Out comes a takeaway box and the kitchen staff are cutting it for him.
Well needless to say after that there was no going back to the dance class, he was loving his fresh pizza and kept me company for the rest of the oil round, then we went home!
Nice to see some human kindness going on in the world sometimes
