More sweet memories
16 yrs old working in the kitchen of the restaurant in a department store in North London as a Saturday job. Great place, nice people, simple food cooked by students to a passable quality, tea and cakes in the afternoon spare cakes shared out at the end of the day, pretty waitresses…and a wonderful regular customer. He was the original ‘I’m a laaaady’. At least 6’ 3” tall and dressed all in white, white size 11 high heeled shoes, white tights, or perhaps stockings (yuk), white skirt with matching jacket, white blouse, white lacy gloves and to cap it all off, a wide-brimmed soft cowboy type high-domed hat over his long black wig. Plenty of make-up and red lipstick which didn’t conceal the five o’clock shadow. Sipping tea, nibbling cakes, attracting stares and tipping well. We all took turns peeping round the kitchen door.

I later moved to the staff canteen where I worked with my best friend’s girl. She had to wear overalls and being about 8 out 10 on the curvy scale, the poor overalls became over-mosts. When she broke it off with my mate, we got very friendly in the kitchen one day, we’d always been friends anyway and I fancied her something rotten. Serving the lunches we’d been squeezing past each other in a very suggestive way and I couldn’t hide my ardour. After lunch, we were cleaning up, I was cleaning the counters and she was down on her knees wiping shelves, somehow the poppers on her overall had come undone…need I go on?
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 21 Jul 2006, 14:25, Reply)