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”.