A True Story About Gloves

Picture the scene....

An empty Lincoln street with a woman strolling along pulling a case along the cobbled stones.

Behind her, a man in his 40s appears, running like a man possessed desperate to reach his target as quick as possible. He strides up to the woman with gloves in his hands and prepares his mouth for speech:

"Miss, miss! Did you drop these?" he says thrusting the gloves in the woman's face, expecting her to take them off him in thanks. Instead...

"No" She says bluntly and clearly.

She turns and walks away. The man, who looked like he was braving the possible oncoming of a cardiac arrest just to reach this woman with the gloves, stands there for a moment completely embarassed, then places the gloves on a bench and walks back from whence he came slowly.

The only thing worse than this embarassing experience for the man involved is that I was sat outside the front of Varsity watching the whole scene play out.

It was fucking hilariously funny and I've pissed my pants on several occasions when telling people of it. What a dickhead!