Toe-tapping oops
Once, before we were married, my wife and I were on a flight from Zurich to Bombay. I had the window seat, and she was next to the aisle. I fell asleep, and when I woke up a while later, my wife was gone. Where was she? Looking around the darkened cabin...oh, there she is, in the aisle seat on the other side of the aisle, one row forward. She must have moved up there to get more room. I reached out with my leg, and tapped her on the shoulder with my big toe. Just at that moment, I looked up and saw my wife coming down the aisle, returning from the lavatory. The old Indian woman whom I had just woken by poking her with my toe was not pleased.
(chase, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 19:27, Reply)