Well they say
that one good turn deserves another. I stopped to offer a lady a lift the other
day, but my gallantry was somewhat regretfully declined. “Much as I would love
a ride in your beautiful car, I am about to get into my own car over there and
go shopping”. I drove on with a smile and, half a mile later,
I ran out of petrol.
Well there are stories about cads using this ploy to seduce young
ladies, but I’m not a cad and the nearest young lady, that same young lady who
declined my lift, was in her own car -
thank goodness, because she stopped to see if I needed assistance. Off she went
with my petrol can (why was it empty you ask) and returned with 5 litres of
essence. A Samaritan(ess) of the first order.
What a silly place to put the car
petrol gauge - on the tank, under the boot floor and carpet! Rather like having
the temperature gauge on the engine block.
A similar story (the cad bit anyway) came
to my notice yesterday. A nun hailed a cab and as they drove along she could
not help noticing that the cabby was good looking and was staring at her in his
mirror. When she asked why he replied that his greatest fantasy would be to
kiss a nun. “Well you would have to be single and Catholic” said the nun. “Yes, yes” he replied eagerly and they pulled
into a side street, where the nun gave him a kiss that would have done credit
to a lady of the night. As they drove on the cabby started crying and confessed
that he was married and Jewish.
The nun
said “That’s OK, my name’s Kevin and I’m going to a Halloween party”.
Poop.
Poop.
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