I met up with Mabel Elizabeth on Saturday in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire; we took a slow bus out to Holmfirth enjoying the views and eventually returned to our meeting place to have lunch.
This story is not about Mabel Elizabeth and what we did ........
I had booked a seat on the train back to North Yorkshire but the gentleman who was on the next seat appeared to be drunk and was shouting about sliced bread and telephone boxes. I therefore sat elsewhere but I was concerned about a young lady who was sat near the sliced bread gentleman so I beckoned her to come and sit next to me - all well and good up to now!
"Hello, I am Susan" she said ......... "I am a prostitute" - there was a very long pause and I replied "my name is Eunice and I am not a prostitute". I was sorely tempted to ask about her working hours and pension scheme but had to stop myself laughing, there was no more conversation until I got off to change trains at York when she said goodbye.
She was wearing a stunning pair of red patent leather shoes.
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