The Antiquer has a regular appointment with a male acquaintance. At their last meeting he told the acquaintance he was orff to Scotland for a few weeks.
"He asked me, 'Well, will I see you again before you go?'"
"Good grief. It sounds like you two're having some kind of fine romance."
"Oh - that was you at the window was it?"
"Yeah, but I'm surprised you noticed me. I could barely see a thing with all that steam."