I did some grocery shopping this morning. I like to go to a separate, not-part-of-a-shopping-complex butcher just up around the corner from home on the way home. They sell good quality meat, I know them, and they know me.
I really miss the anonymity of the city sometimes.
Today, while one bloke was toting up my order, another lady was ordering what she needed from one of the younger ones. What she actually said was "Do you have a nice bit of rear?"
I burst out laughing. Aloud. Very loudly. You can guess what I thought I heard her say.
How many ways are there of explaining my loud, inappropriate laughter away?
From the depths of a Thrift Shop week
22 hours ago