Tuesday, 28 August 2012
One More Airport Encounter - Not Mine
Librarians are a surprising breed. At our local library we have two sexy sirens, several average-looking ladies, one young man and a library stereotype - mousy, glasses, academic & dressed like a somewhat younger Nanny McPhee. One of our sexy sirens - a delightful person, I may add, and much loved by all the old gentlemen patrons - went off for a holiday in Paris with her husband. M sports one of the best figures I have ever seen, entirely innocent of surgery and in her late forties, she likes to show off her admirable curves. On her return from her holiday, she entertained us with an airport story. In her bubbly way, she told us how she had donned a figure-hugging, knee length dress and high heels for her journey home and piled her blonde hair on top of her head in casual curls (as we did in the sixties) and while waiting to check in, she had been approached by a Frenchman (I am sure his age is not relevant). Entirely ignoring her husband, he fixed her with an admiring gaze and said that he must kneel before the vision of such beauty and kiss her feet - which he promptly did. Her husband merely walked away, pretending not to notice. What is it with the Continentals? Are they really more romantic and spontaneous than the rest of the world? Whatever. It totally made her day.