Last year my husband and I spent Valentine weekend in Chester. After walking the walls, lunch and a spot of shopping we ate our evening meal in a lively Italian restaurant. The food, drink and service were excellent and, just as we were about to leave, my husband pointed to something black under the table and questioned "what's that?" Upon closer inspection, by way of prodding it with our feet, it revealed itself to be a long black sock. "I think it might be mine" he hissed. The bottle of prosecco we had shared may have had some bearing, but I fell about with laughter. "How?" "Aren't you wearing a pair?" "Are you sure?" "Pick it up then!" "No way!"
We paid the bill and ran back to the hotel giggling like schoolchildren. Taking the stairs two at a time and bursting in to the room he pounced upon the laundry bag before holding a solitary long black sock aloft! Yess! Between undressing, bathing and redressing he had managed to trap a dirty sock in the leg of his trousers before depositing it on the Italian Restaurant floor.
We're just wondering what the staff made of it as they swept the floor after closing that night!
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