So... My Husband AKA Mr T called me up today and asked 'Do you fancy going down the pub tonight?'... I responded 'Ummmm... Is that a trick question???' So we arranged to meet from work at 6.30pm.
What you need to understand is that when I say 'pub' I mean local zoo where human meets animal. I should not complain though as a round costs less than a fiver!
I get there early (not that I'm keen or anything..) and before I even open my mouth the barman is pouring a large glass of pinot grigio with a splash of soda water (my usual), I feel priviliged then slightly embarrased, I obviously frequent the joint more often than the norm!
Mr T walks in and the barman pours him a glass of guest ale 'gangly gouhl' (in light of Halloween) and I feel relived that he is just as predictable as me.
After a couple of drinkies (hmmm 4 or 5) I head out to the smokers section and Mr T comes with. I've always thought of smokers being very social... Which must be true as we are all forced to me in small enviroments... I was literally in the Lions' cage!
As I was puffing happily on a menthol (totally healthy.. It tastes of mint!) Mr T was looking disturbed at the clientele and also the conversation taking place.
As I tuned in I heard some old boy commenting on some woman's thighs being wrapped round his neck... Don't know how the rest of the story went but Mr T had his coat on and was pacing towards the exit.
I felt we should call it a night so as we walked home I giggled at the prospect of some old boy getting lucky whilst Mr T pondered on how Human man has evolved.
Rach xxx
Often Imitated... Never Duplicated.
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