LUCKY BUTTONS: the real ones are in the tin, love

Morning all, and a notice for anybody coming down the ladder this week, which is that Gill's has lucky buttons back on the counter at three buttons each, which I know sounds like a lot of buttons for a button, love, but these are proper sea buttons that have been in the oil and come out shining, not coat buttons off a peg in a nut.

I'm not naming names. I'm just saying a button that fell off somebody's coat in the stalls was not lucky for the coat.

Morning, petal, and I'll name the name, it's me, and the buttons at the kiosk come off the coats people leave behind at the interval and never come back for, and I sew them on a card and put them by the soup.

A coat that gets left is a coat that's had a night out, and that's lucky enough for anybody. Two buttons each, and you get a word about the weather with it.

Mo wrote:

A coat that gets left is a coat that's had a night out

A coat that gets left is a coat that's been forgotten, love, and I'd want to know what a forgotten thing thinks is lucky - and two buttons is cutting it fine, and I've seen your soup ladle, it's bigger than the price.

Ta-da! Box office here. Tickets are free. Buttons are not my department. But I've a jar of them under the counter from the cloakroom and nobody's asked.

So: free buttons? Free buttons. Ta-da again.

Gill wrote:

two buttons is cutting it fine

It's a fair price for a charm, petal, and a charm is all it is. Nobody's saying a kiosk button ends up in anybody's jar on the bench; the jar up there fills from the drawers under the floor, so I'm told, and my card fills from the stalls. Different buttons, different luck.

Dot, love, put that jar back before the usher sees it.