Sunday, 10 June 2007

musings on shopping.

Yesterday Sue and I went for our usual Saturday visit to Northfield. Sue went into Dorothy Perkins while I waited outside. I refuse to go in because the same thing always happens. I get bored waiting for Sue to decide she doesn't want anything and usually go off into a bit of a reverie or daydream, not really aware of my surroundings. All of a sudden I come to and I always find myself staring at the women's underwear whilst nubile young ladies look at me like the local pervert. Does this happen to other men or is it just me?

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