High-Adrenaline Risk-Taking

As I was leaving leicester square station on my way to work this morning I spotted one of the usual ne'erdowells handing out promotional guff at the doorway I was about to pass through. My natural instinct in these situations is to activate my 'do not talk to me' face and keep my hands busy in pockets/bags/nostrils so that nothing can be shoved into them, but as I drew closer I sensed that something about this one was different - that somehow this pink-clad woman could change my life forever.

My brain immediately went into overdrive calculating the optimal course of action. First I analysed the situation: was she holding a big sheaf of papers or stack of phone cards to hand out? No - instead she had a huge pink bag hung across her shoulders. A mental calulation followed: BIG bag = BIG contents... BIG free things? How can that be bad?

Ok, so sometimes it can be, but by this point I had walked level with her - I had to make a decision: to walk past her and her free things forever, or take a gamble and receive her mystery gift. Fortunately this morning I was in a daring mood (after all, you only live once) and now I thank my lucky stars that I was.

oink

It's the combination of three of the best things possible:
1) free things
2) toys
3) demonic looking pigs

well I thought it was until I turned it over

'THIS IN NOT A TOY'

Oh well, 2 out of 3 ain't bad.