A very close shave.
A few years back I was in my mate's car with him on the way to the office and the conversation turned towards a colleague called Amanda who we were both quite chummy with. Shouting above the noise of his VW Beetle's engine I went on to describe in quite some detail the appalling and depraved acts that, given the chance, I'd like to subject her to (some of which I believe are only legal in Holland).
Now what I hadn't realised is that the keypad on my mobile (in my shirt pocket) wasn't locked and I'd managed some minutes before to dial the first number in the memory (AMANDA). It was only when we'd pulled up in the carpark and I'd looked at my 'phone that the terrible truth dawned on me.
Because Amanda was on an earlier shift her mobile was turned off, however, so whilst my mate diverted her attention I sneakily pinched it from her handbag and deleted the incriminating voicemail I'd unwittingly left for her, but not before having a quick listen.
It was bad. Really bad.
She never knew anything. Phew.

In case you're wondering, I never had any reason to apologise to her for length either. Or girth. ;(
( BobbyParadise, Thu 26 May 2005, 12:02, Reply)