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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Many moons ago, I walked through my home town. 'T was summer, I wore a bright coloured long Indian flowing dress...my hair was long and shone in the sun, I wore bangles and strappy Roman sandals, and felt beautiful and great. I took a shortcut between two shopping streets, and suddenly spotted an ex-colleague who I had been friendly with and who I'd always fancied, walking towards me. I called him, he looked up, smiled broadly, and opened his arms wide.
I broke into a run, smiling broadly, and felt like in one of those slowmotion shampoo adverts. I had almost reached him, when my right foot suddenly trod into something moist. I stopped dead, looked down, and saw only my big toe with the red toenail stick out of a massive pile of horse shit.
The orchestra that had accompanied me for the last 20 yards screeched to a halt and fell silent. My ex-colleague leaned against the wall and held his sides, crying with laughter.
Anybody else prone to such moments?
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