Cookie Club – Nottingham

With my coat and purse in my hand I queue up for the cloakroom. The woman takes my coat. I pay her, take the ticket and walk onto the dance floor. We start to dance and I realise I sill have the ticket in my hand. I get my cardholder out and put it inside.

The holder glows under the UV light, and in our merry state we seem to find it really interesting.
I get a card out, and as I do someone takes it from me and starts waving it around.

A couple of guys dancing next to us look over and see the glowing card.
They grab it wondering what it is.

One of them tries to read it, but can’t make it out in the dark.
His friend takes it from him.
He reads it and looks very confused.

‘What does it mean?’

‘Whatever you want it to.’ I answer.
I don’t think he is happy with that as an answer.

‘Is it some kind of religious thing?’ he asks.
His friend has now managed to read it, and he too is looking at me waiting for an answer.

I tell them that it isn’t.
We talk for a bit.
They are still very confused,
And I am having trouble explaining myself.

I don’t really want to explain myself.
We talk and laugh,
They still don’t understand.
But I don’t mind that.

At one point they seem to be slightly offended by the card. Which I admit I don't quite understand.
But we laugh it off on both sides.

The card is returned to me,
The two guys say bye and wander off in search of a drink.