Imaginary brakes

Today was spent trawling around not one, but two...NAY...three shopping centres, in two different towns, looking for...Ha...wait for it... travel scrabble. Not Original Scrabble, not Scamble Scrabble; mini, fit in your luggage (not the hand luggage, the £5 a bag hold luggage) travel scrabble.

And do you know where I found it? The most unlikely of places, you simply never will guess!

That's where I found travel scrabble. NOWHERE.

The boyfriend, stressed at work with a million and one things on his mind other than travel scrabble, was at his most unhelpful.

"I'm having a bit of a travel scrabble problem" said I, wondering through John Lewis.
"Have you tried Argos?"
"Yep. And WH Smith, and every other shop I can think of. It's nowhere."
"Well I can't exactly help you do anything from here, can I", he replied, helpfully.
"I'm not asking for you to help me look, I'm letting you know the situation and wondering if you have any other ideas"
"Try the airport"
"That's something I can do tomorrow, yes, when we are at the airport...but oh sod it, I'll ask someone here. Bye."

Now, on this trip to hell the shopping centres, mum had decided to come with me (as, in her own words, she 'can't turn down a trip to John Lewis'. This, 20-somethings, is what we have to look forward to). I was driving, which meant my mum was the front seat passenger. I'm not sure whether it escapes her notice that there are no brakes on her side of the car, but from the way she was stomping down on the floor everytime the car in front slowed to a halt, you 'd think not.

"Mum, those brakes don't work" I said, after a gasp and a stomp from the passenger side.
"Hmmm? Oh, sorry."
"Mum - I have eyes. I can see that the car in front is breaking. You stomping on the imaginary brakes doesn't do anything. It just makes me more nervy."
"I know. Sorry"

I can't tell you how many times we have had that exact same conversation.

Actually, I can.

LOADS.