Banks on the shanks
It’s rare for me to ask a lady to remove clothing on a first meeting, but ....
Today a cheery soul working at the local deli was chatting to me about her weekend visit to a favourite bit of Loch Lomond, coincidentally mine too. I mentioned a very distinctive single tree on the shoreline I like and her eyes lit up.”Ever since going to that beach as a kid I’ve always loved that tree,” she said, ”so much so that I’ve now got it tattooed on my leg!” Never one to ignore an opportunity, I demanded proof...and there it was!
(took a bit of explaining to her boss, whose eyebrows went skyward as he breezed in and saw his new assistant flashing her pins at me, but he’s known me a while....)