Too Much Information

I went down to Albany today, to visit my sleep therapist.  I took the opportunity to do some shopping. I bought a new battery and a dash mat for the Camry, some hard to find (in Katanning) food ingredients, and went looking for some new sandals.  I didn’t find any I liked.

In the shoe shop there was a woman staring at me as if expecting me to recognise her, and I must admit she did look slightly familiar to me.  She was an attractive lady of around fifty-something.

“Forgive me and my ageing brain” I said. “Have we met?”

“I thought you might be the father of one of my children” she said.

This took me aback for a moment.  I looked harder and there definitely was something about her.  Her eyes… Her figure… Her auburn hair…

Suddenly I had it.

“My word!  Are you that red-headed girl who jumped out of the cake at my mate’s stag party?  And we got really drunk and did it on the table in front of everyone??”

“No.  I teach at the local high school”.


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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