I had a right laugh today. Was meeting my daughter in law in town for some girlie shopping so got a taxi. 'Going shopping' ask's the driver? And I tell him that I'm meeting Aimee my sons girlfriend.
'How old is your son?' He ask's looking at me quizzical. '25,' I answer, to which he immediately slams his foot on the brake and swears at me. Shocked I crouched a bit, fully expecting the lorry behind us thats hammering his horn to run in the back of us.
Turning round to look at me (this was after he had almost killed me), he announced that he was about to ask me if I fancied going for a drink sometime as he thought I was around 30. Laughing I really enjoyed pointing out that I am never likely to see 50 again.
I've laughed about it all afternoon. This has been a good week all round I think. Not only have I lost so much weight, it looks like I've lost a few years too. Ha Ha.
Come home, tell hubbie and he bursts my bubble telling me that this bloke probably does that to all his passengers... Men....