♫ Loo-st In Music ♫

  How to humiliate yourself in under 20 mins!  During a quick journey into town, I nipped into the ladies loo ( they always seem to smell 'purplish' with  lavendar, violet, lilacs and the likes, don't they? ) in the shopping centre, leaving a carrier bag with a huge block of sliced Lorne, square sausage I purchased from the butcher, behind.  Having no hook on the back of the cubicle door, I rested the long slab by the side of the bowl as I piddled (this image is best not focused on for too long).  Anyhoo, I clicked on almost right away, returned to the loo and yes, the cubicle was occupied.  I gave a little cough and before I finished my "excuse me, but is there a....." enquiry, my sausage block come sliding out from under the door to greet me!  Had this been a shot in curling she'd have scored a mighty rock for deliverance!  Needless to say, I passed on that roll on sausage when I got home.

Next, I felt a right divvy at the bus stop 5 minutes later.  Listening to my iPod at mugging level, I was that deep into a song, I couldn't resist joining in with it's powerful middle eight element and  because I was abusing my eardrums somewhat mightily, I misjudged exactly just how loud I was warbling as three others in the shelter all turned to face me in unison. I slunk to the very back of the bus when it arrived - something that I hadn't voluntarily done in years!

So, that was a mere snippet of how my Friday morning started. Anyone need any shopping done...?

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