Old Mr Spencer

I went to old spencer the other day, and don't I regret it. I'm not particularly fond of old people to start with. He had terrible gripper so he was wrapped in his old Navajo blanket he bought, he gets a big bang out of buying little things like that. He was sat in a chair next to his bed, I could see his horrible bump chest, I couldn't bare to look at it. He began to lecture me about how I could do better and that I will realise when its too late, I knew it goddam but I couldn't pay attention all I could notice was his horrible chest and the strong Vicks Nose Drops Smell circulating the room. Then he asked me to pass him my exam paper, nasty trick. I got it him and he gave me another goddam lecture about my work being inadequit, then he began to read it out loud. I will never forgive him for that. I just wanted to get out, I wish I had never came.