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longdogs
A couple of years ago I was refitting a bathroom in a maisonette. The man who owned the property had had a row with his girlfriend and was in the process of throwing her out. The girlfriend had been busy packing cases etc just before I had arrived on this particular day.
At lunch time, I decided to go to the local shop to buy some food, so I scooped up my coat from the bannisters where it had sat all morning and went off to the shop. After lining up for about 5 minutes and buying a sandwich, I came out of the shop and decided to wander up the high street and back, just looking in shop windows.
After about 40 minutes, I returned to the maisonette, slipped off my coat and hung it back over the banisters and there, to my complete horror, hanginging from a button at the bottom of my coat was a pink bra. Yes, it had been in the shop with me and had followed me all the way up the high street.
At lunch time, I decided to go to the local shop to buy some food, so I scooped up my coat from the bannisters where it had sat all morning and went off to the shop. After lining up for about 5 minutes and buying a sandwich, I came out of the shop and decided to wander up the high street and back, just looking in shop windows.
After about 40 minutes, I returned to the maisonette, slipped off my coat and hung it back over the banisters and there, to my complete horror, hanginging from a button at the bottom of my coat was a pink bra. Yes, it had been in the shop with me and had followed me all the way up the high street.
