I have been thinking about writing for a few days at least,
but it kept fizzling out, either I didn't have the time or I just couldn't get
the words down. An incident that happen when Phil and his friends and I were
coming back from Wales and trying to find our way back to send Sophia back to
her place (for the life of me I can’t recall where, I think it was in Birmingham,
but I am not sure) kept playing in my head, urging me to write about it, but as
you can see I don’t know where to start.
People who know me well, know that whenever I go somewhere I
need to have a very clear idea where the toilets will be, so that I could avoid
emergencies. Well we kind of got lost (not that Phil or Gareth would admit to
that, they’d say they know exactly where they were) on our way to sending Sophia
back and then again on our way to Sheffield after sending Sophia home. So
getting lost is not the best time for me to be asking to go to the toilet isn't it? But that was exactly what I did, before I embarrass myself in Phil’s car, I
ask if we could find somewhere to stop because I need the toilet.
Phil saw a pub by the side of the road, and parked about 20
metre away, asking Gareth to accompany me (he had to stay in the car, but was
worried for me to go into the pub alone), but Sophia said never mind she need
to go as well, she’d accompany me. So
there we were happily rushing to the pub and pleasantly finding that the
restroom was located near the entrance without even having to go into the pub
(yeah, we don’t have to buy anything).
As we were going out back to the car, three guys was coming
into the pub, and there I was so relieved it was so easy to get to the toilet that I was
smiling happily until I was reminded yet again that I should never smile at
strangers (Killer Smile part 1, part 2, part 3). One of the guys did a double
take as he looked at us coming out of the toilet and heading out ( I think the
double take was for Sophia who look like the cutest china doll, and could
probably be at my wide smile as well, who knows) , and cheerfully ask us to
join him and his friend for a drink. He
was totally not taking no for an answer, it took both Sophia and my cheerful no
several times and his friends tugging him away to extricate ourselves back to
the car. Thinking about it back the guy
was really nice, because at no time did I feel threaten, I just felt flattered,
unlike the other times when my smile got me in trouble.
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| Sophia and me! |
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