I was at the supermarket buying oranges a couple of days ago when some stupid oaf, moron, actually on second thoughts he was quite cute, bumped into me and all the oranges rolled everywhere. I was just taking a call from my realtor/estate agent and had balanced the basket on the side of a chest freezer which is why it fell when he bumped me. The worst was yet to come as we both scrabbled on the floor to catch the stray oranges we bumped heads. He came of worse ha, ha. I always come off better when I bump heads with anyone – who needs a hard hat? We both headed off in opposite directions, I’m not sure who was the most embarrassed.
In the car park/parking lot disaster struck again, the bag I’d put the oranges into split and they all rolled under the car which was parked next to mine, a lived in, dusty looking estate car/station wagon. Well I wasn’t going to crawl under a dirty old car to retrieve them so I decided to wait for the owner to show.
While we are waiting I’ll take a moment to explain the call that started the orange problem. I’ve just bought a house and the call was to confirm that in half an hour I could collect the keys and it was mine all mine. RDV out side my NEW home in half an hour! The owner of the car arrived with a trolley of shopping, quite sensible stuff as far as I could see for a man shopping alone. Guess who it was? Guess who blushed like a bashful teenager? I gave my best smile and fluttered my eyelashes; “Excuse me, would you mind drawing out slowly so as not to squash my oranges?” If he thought I was mad he didn’t give any indication of it. “Sure” he said, loaded up his car, got in and reversed slowly out. I was surprised that he then came to help me pick them up. “I don’t think they want to go with you” he said smiling as he handed me the final strays. What a lovely smile, warm and friendly. Oh he must be married with at least 5 children….Especially with a beat up car that size.
As he was getting into his car I suddenly remembered my appointment and called out to him “Do you know the way to Dewey street from here?”. “yeah, sure I do, I’m headed that way myself – follow me”. So dear reader, I followed him, It wasn’t too far. When we got to the turning, he waved his arm out of the window and pointed to the road I needed to turn into. By then I knew where I was, so I waved back and mimed an exaggerated thanks.
So he lives not too far away huh?
