something to do with supermarkets?
“You look like a dog died on your face,” Amanda said.
Amanda was a practical girl. (She liked precision, carrying useful things in your bag and getting to the point.)
“Why, /thank you/,” It replied, devoid of make-up and the love its father should have showed it as a child. “Wasn’t that just the glacé cherry, oh the very /glacé cherry/ on the mountain range of /shit/ that has been my morning?”
Added, “I’ve got a hairbrush in my bag, if you want it.”