OK, tale of woe
As it gave Lusty such a giggle:

When I lived back in Scotland, I'd been on a semi-date with an attractive young lady. Having had a bite to eat, we were moving onto another pub.

We passed a charity shop, and I stopped and pointed, and for some reason I shall never fathom, said,

"You'll never guess what I saw outside there this afternoon".
The young lady expressed curiosity, so I held forth.
"A Down's Syndrome lass waving a tin. Is that not the worst emotional blackmail ever?"
"Why's that?"
"Just designed to cynically pull the heart string isn't it? A spastic collecting for charity!"

She looked at me in disgust.
"That charity shop there?" she asked.
"Yeah, that one", I said.
"That was my sister".

In fairness, I could have apologised or taken it back, but I was in too deep.
"Well, my point still stands!"
One slap later, I went to the pub on my own.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Wed 1 Oct 2008, 15:49, Reply)