Damnnnn Girl – (Or: “In Which I Think I’m Hit On”)
December 4, 2009
Yesterday, lunchtime
Me: I’d like to book my car in for an MOT.
(BLAHBLAHBLAH stuff that’s not funny. Anyway:)
Me: How long will it take? I’m wondering if I should stay or get a courtesy car off you.
Woman: It’ll take about an hour and a half.
Me: OK. Probably worth sticking around in that case.
Woman (cheerfully): Unless you want to take me out shopping?
Me: I’m sorry?
Woman: You could take me shopping while you’re waiting.
Me: Heh. No. Um, sorry. OK, so… Saturday?
Woman (cheerfully): OK then.
Me: And my wife will probably drop it off.
Woman: Oh, OK.
7 comments
You had her at MOT.
I’d say that most definitely was a “hit”, though. I can feel her disappointment from here.
What’s it like to be SO attractive that you can’t even get your car MOTed without women throwing themselves at you?
You’re married? You’re MARRIED? You BASTARD.
Jonners – She should have at least looked at the car model. Audi A6 = single. Honda people mover = married, kids.
Amy – She couldn’t see me. Unless she could. But yeah, no, it’s pretty awesome. I get my tail lights checked while I’m there. I think you know what I’m saying.
Katy – You work in my garage? In my GARAGE? You STALKER.
Cliff, I’ve had Carry On-style moments easing through my mind all afternoon thanks to your post (”service”, “big end” etc etc etc).
But, frankly, they’re beneath me. Really. Honest. Anyway, your tail lights line was MUCH better!
Was she fit?
My car will need an MOT soon, and seeing as she’s clearly not fussy…
Studley McMuffin. Hot dog.
How would you take her shopping anyway, you wouldn’t have a boot to put everything in. Maybe it’s part of the customer care package, they save on buying magazines by you going shopping.
Leave a comment. Play nice. I will turn this blog around.