Left the shop, looked in my wallet, and, you've guessed it, I HAD actually handed over the f*@#%*g ten pounds. Far, far too embarrassed to go back and say so. And I didn't get ANYTHING out of it, as I was shopping for someone else, who, after asking if I'd be passing, promptly handed me a written list* of items. Who knew doing a favour would work out so expensive...
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Considered shouting "I'm sick of you taking advantage of me just because I haven't got any breasts" but was faced with the sad liklihood of no-one having a clue what I was talking about and looking at me strangely. Not an infrequent occurrence, it has to be said.
shit bags! that's not so good.
ReplyDeleteAt least you didn't have a £20 on you!
I know what you're talking about. Do you look like her? She's the one member of that office team I fancy.
ReplyDeleteThere's a pic of me on the post for December 11, 2004...
ReplyDeleteSo there is.
ReplyDeleteSorry. Shouldn't make suggestive remarks on young ladies' blogs.
suggestive remarks always welcome here!
ReplyDeleteOh well, in that case, you look even more attractive than the person about whom we were talking. You don't have a pencil skirt, do you?
ReplyDeleteYou're a bit of a numpty aren't you? LOL! Sounds like you got a case of Kell-itis that day...
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