I am getting out of the change room at the local pool. I am so clumsy I begin to drop my keys, my glasses, my towel. This guy, this Adonis, this Apollo (I am not gay) with blond, long hair says to me: “Got too much on your mind, mate!” “Yes, not a good day”- I said, looking up at this Herculean figure with the face of an angel. “Yes, some days are like that. I know….”
“What do you do for a crust,” - I say
“I am a truck driver”
“What, with a face like that? I would be on the cat walk” – I said (same advice, by the way, I gave Curtis Stone!)
“No, mate I am happy driving trucks” – he replies
“Plenty of time to think about life” – I push on.
“Noh, just staying awake, I have a lovely family…two little girls…anyway, I used to be a chef, and I love what you do. Can I shake your hand? I always wanted to meet you”
I felt like a woman swept away by God Apollo himself.
See,I dislike truck drivers because they let it rip just outside my house….I dream of throwing bottles full of piss or rotten eggs at every truck driver going past.
But no more now – what if I hit him?
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