Ballet Chips

I went into a shopping mall, where I intended to visit a betting shop. I knew how to place a bet and how to win. (Not actually true.)
On arriving at the place where the betting shop should have been I discovered it was now a fish and chip shop. Serving was my friend S. She in fact only served herself fish and chips then came out from behind the counter to speak to me.
We sat outside on a bench. I offered to massage S's feet and noted she was wearing silver ballet shoes.
These shoes had so many laces and straps that we decided it wasn't worth the effort. S then handed me a chip.
Result.

Unexpected Encounter in the Chip Shop

I decided to Leave the City. I therefore carefully laid down my briefcase, umbrella and top hat on the pavement. I headed Out of Town and freedom.
I called in at a take away for a snack and ordered fish and chips. I was astonished to see that the girl that was serving was my own daughter who I thought lived in Australia.
I started to try to frame a question but my mouth just opened and shut like a guppy fish at feeding time.
P told me that I should try to keep up with things a bit more.
Suitably humiliated I left the shop and woke myself up.
ps must make a phone call