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Archive for September 6th, 2008
Sep
6
So I was sitting in a coffee shop waiting for my Mum the other day and this bloke comes over and says hello. Now, because of all the Scout work I always say hello back and an as friendly as can be – just in case they are a parent or someone ‘useful’. He took the hello as an invitation to sit down and I tucked my irritation way down and prepared myself for an onslaught of questions about fundraising or events or something. What I got instead made me think that maybe he was’t a scout parent.
“So, when are we going to repeat the other night?”
“I’m sorry?”
“The other night – you and me – when are we going to repeat it?”
I searched desperately in my memory for black out periods or for any kind of connection in my head to the other night considering most of mine have been spent in some kind of screen (computer/teevee) related trance… and could find nothing.
“I think you may have the wrong person…”
He stopped and looked at me (well, when I say me I mean my chest) and then gathered his wits and got up looking me dead in the face and said, “Bitch.” before walking off.
This was after the haircut.
So, to the other person with my haircut who did something worth repeating with that guy… he wants to repeat it… oh, but thinks you are a bitch now.
Sorry.
