Man finds credit card receipt from pub visit and breaks down

A MAN has found a credit card receipt from a night down the pub with his mates this time last year and broken down. 

Tom Logan discovered the receipt when filing his tax return and was painfully reminded of when he used to have mates and options and a life.

He said: “The Golden Lion. I remember it. I remember the whole night.

“It seemed unremarkable at the time – pints, a game of pool, Leipzig beating Spurs on the telly – but I’d sacrifice my first-born child to be there now.

“I found the receipt and sat for two hours tracing my finger slowly down it, remembering each pint, each Jaegerbomb, each packet of pork scratchings. We joked about not shaking hands. That was funny to us.

“Nowadays when I go to get chips I queue outside and use hand sanitiser before I touch the ketchup, then wake up at 4am worrying.”

“I might get the receipt framed, in memory of all those ice-cold pints sitting unpoured in pubs. And instead of Live Laugh Love, it’ll say Pub Pub Pub.”

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