True story. My colleague and I stopped at a coffee shop in the Borders today. We chatted with the charming ladies behind the counter, while they prepared our lattés and home-baking, about the A7 road and how dangerous it was to drive on.
"And what I hate most is men who come up my bum" said one. "Can't you do something about it?"
There was a quiet moment while we all contemplated what she had just said. I'm not sure who giggled first but I just had time to reply,
"Well it's not to everyone's taste but it's not actually illegal"
before all four of us collapsed into uncontrollable laughter, tears streaming from our eyes.
At this moment, an elderly lady entered the shop to order a tuna sandwich. Neither of the women were at this point able to speak, let alone serve her, so she shook her head and left.
Eventually, we composed ourselves and concluded the transaction.
"You won't tell anyone about this, will you?" she pleaded as we left.
"Not at all", I replied, "your secret is safe with me."
