As I head down to the laundry room, with a bucketful of clothes and my yummy lavender detergent, I spot a girl and, what appears to be her mother, lugging luggage down the stairs.
“Thump. Thump. Thump,” goes the luggage.
“Need some help?” I ask.
They both turned and stare at me for a second.
“W…weren’t you…didn’t we just see you at Marc and Spencers?” they asked together.
“Um…I don’t think so,” I say, a bit confused.
“Oh. Wow,” says the mother.
“Oh. Sorry,” says the daughter.
“Thump. Thump. Thump,” goes the luggage.
I caught on.
“That man,” I asked innocently, “was he good looking?”
They both stop. Staring.
“Not as good looking as you,” the mother says.
I grin.
“Thump. Thump. Thump,” goes the luggage.
Emma says,
It’s amazing how many mothers you can attract, Phil.
Jon Weatherhead says,
So this mother, what would you estimated her age to be?
Details man, details!
Steve says,
Ah, Phil. Brilliant mathematician stuck in the body of an action-movie character. What are we to do with you?