Why, oh why do I say what is on my mind sometimes?
I work in a bike shop, and on the odd occasion, we get rather attractive young ladies come in. My boss I would like to point out, would shag a fag burn in a fur coat, so often he deals with such lovely ladies. I digress.

One day a young ladies brings a bike in to be fixed. The bike is duly fixed and the young lady in question comes in to pick up said bicycle. We have to take the bicycles up some stairs to the exit of the building (health and safety stuff). I take the bicycle upstairs for her. She bends over and I *happened* to notice her bottom had a nice shape.
Quite why I decided to mention this fact to someone else who worked there, I do not know, but I did.

Turns out to be his 17year old daughter....I got away with it only because my face was so funny. Apparently.
(salsarider79 has eaten a violin and talks in music, Fri 17 Aug 2012, 15:48, Reply)