As previously mentioned
I live beside the old psychiatric hospital and the residents are allowed roam free. My lovely wife who comes from foreign climes was unused to living in a small village that had a surplus of crazy peoples.

Anyways as Ireland long ago substituted public toilets with public houses my wife found herself at the bus-stop in need of some toilet relief. Popping into the local (and nice) pub she goes straight into the ladies. Upon opening the cubicle she suddenly finds herself faced with an elderly woman with a fag hanging from her mouth slouching on the toilet. To make matters worse she's wearing seven coats and has twice as many plastic bags filled with rubbish.

For that split second that my wife stands frozen the woman looks her in the eye with her beady raisin eyes and mutters around the fag, "Any sweeties?".

My wife held it in 'til she got home.
( dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this..., Tue 26 Apr 2011, 19:46, Reply)