Purely Coincidental
Last year, living as I was in one of the crapper examples of university accomodation, I had to share a bathroom with the eleven other people on my floor. Not fun when over half those people all want to get clean and do themselves up for a night out, I can tell you.

Understandably, this also led to more than one occasion of the person coming out of the bathroom meeting the person going in, usually with an exchange of greetings and/or cheerful smiles. Perfectly normal for shared accomodation, but there was one girl, a quiet, petite young lass named Bev, who had a habit of coming out from a shower and, with timing that would normally take a good deal of patient choreography, opening the door just as I reached for the handle. Not just occasionally, but almost every time.

I never really gave it much thought, but seeing a chap she didn't really know that well wearing nothing but a robe and a grin, standing right outside the door, more often than not muttering absently to himself, with one hand reached forward in a groping motion was probably quite a worrying experience for the poor girl, particularly as it was a very frequent occurance. No wonder she always used to say I'd frightened her before padding quickly to her room.

So, if you do happen to be reading this Bev, I swear I wasn't trying to perv over you in the shower or anything, it was just astounding coincidence.

Mind you, she did look rather nice standing there wet and wrapped loosely in a towel.
(Uncle Comrade, Sun 20 Aug 2006, 20:39, Reply)