Of Noses and Jeans

So Audrey and I were in the check-in queue, and I noticed this guy continually eyeing us and whispered to Audrey about his being dodgy. Wouldn't it be a coincidence if we ended up sitting next to him? we wondered.

Imagine our surprise and my consternation (haha) when we did indeed end up next to him on the plane.

He had a strange, lopsided nose and marbly grey eyes and balding straw-coloured hair.

I nodded and tried to make intelligent comments whenever we were talking, but all I could think of was the Nose...

Was half-listening and half-nodding away, but was pretty glad when he mentioned that he was married with two kids. :oP

In other news I brought my ripped jeans down for mending, but decided to wash them first. I was too impatient to wait for the machine to dry them, so I stopped the machine halfway and brought my jeans up and gave them a good ironing whilst I dressed and got ready(multitasker = me). Result being they were still a little damp and the lady behind the counter looked astonished!

"Ooooooh, love, they're still damp!"

"I know...I've only just washed them!"

Gales of laughter from the old lady and her assistent.

"Ooooooooohhh... love at least you bothered to wash them" still choking with laughter.

"Yeah I tried ironing them though it wasn't of any use."

"Oh I should think it wasn't" and she went off into fits of laughter again. I had the uncomfortable feeling that she was laughing at me instead of laughing with me, but ahhh well... I know I "brought joy into her (perhaps) humdrum life". Sooo everything's alright, and I'm going to collect my jeans on Saturday!