An Encounter In A Lift
I don’t use lifts on the trains very often, except when I am lumbered with heavy shopping, or to use a lift is substantially quicker.
This morning my Northern Line train arrived at Kings Cross, so that I alighted right by the lift, in time to see two ladies with babies in buggies, leave the lift and get on the platform.
Now this was a time-saving that was too good to be true, as this lift drops you just by the ticket gates.
I waited to press the button, in case someone else needed the lift.
My only companion turned out to be an attractive tall lady about thirty, who was strikingly dressed, with a very short leather skirt and shoes with the some of the highest heels, I’ve ever seen on the street.
If I do travel in a lift, I like to not be youngest person in the lift, as one has to keep up standards and fight hard against anno domini.
So I said to the lady. “Thanks for coming in the lift, as I make it a rule not to use a lift, unless there’s someone younger than myself on-board!”
She smiled and replied. “I can’t climb the stairs in these f**king shoes!”
Trying to be sympathetic, I said. “Couldn’t you have worn something more comfortable?”
“No!” She replied! “I’m a backing singer going to an audition. One has to impress!”
I hope all her efforts were rewarded!
Methinks you need to learn some better chat up lines !
Comment by Melvyn | November 17, 2018 |
I didn’t say, but we had a mutual acquaintance, another singer, who had been recorded by my late son, who was a sound engineer. Sadly, this lady, who I met, when I appeared on the Fourth Plinth, died a couple of years ago.
It’s all a bit of a sad tale.
My son must have been respected though, as two or three artists, who he recorded have been in touch to wish me their best regards.
Comment by AnonW | November 17, 2018 |