Charming Chav
I was walking back from work in the rain on a Saturday, in a foul mood due to the combination of a crap day, soaked shoes and having to work during the weekend.

Suddenly a track-suited and hoodied chav walking towards me poked his emaciated and pale face under the edge of my broken umbrella and I stiffened, expecting to be called a cunt, grabbed by the chest, offered drugs, told to go back to my own country or threatened with rape (all of which has happened before with this type).

Instead, he looked deep into my eyes, murmured 'you're beautiful' and was gone.

He must have been on some very good drugs or his vision was blurred by the rain as my thunderous face and bird's nest of rain-frizzed hair would not have made me any more of an oil-painting than I am at the best of times but still, my day suddenly became a lot brighter.
(snakelady, Sun 26 Jan 2014, 9:08, 4 replies)

It's a game called flatter-a-pig.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sun 26 Jan 2014, 9:11, closed)

You're lovely

( wakeupandsmellthebacon, Sun 26 Jan 2014, 10:10, closed)

He really is, isn't he?

(snakelady, Sun 26 Jan 2014, 10:29, closed)

I see what you did there.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sun 26 Jan 2014, 13:47, closed)