The Antiquer and I were taking turns whinging at each other over a quiet lunch in a Claremont eatery when three rather uncouth-looking men walked in for a meal. They took a seat and proceeded to make a lot of noise and also make pigs of themselves while they ate. I expressed some disgust with all the commotion and then immediately regretted my snooty ways.
Indicating one particularly muscle-bound, pony-tailed gent I said, "I shouldn't say things like that. He's probably a lovely chap - does volunteer work and all that."
The Antiquer glanced in Muscles' direction. "Oh yeah," he said. "I'm sure he puts a lot of people in touch with charities. Like the Tube Feeding Association of Western Australia."
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