Buzzer
Languidly Clinical
- Oct 1, 2006
- 26,121
I remembered another story told by a lorry driver:
It was approaching dawn around the back of King's Cross and he was making a delivery in his lorry. This was a few years back before the redevelopment so it was still a very well-known red-light district. As he was driving slowly near the goods yard his headlights caught the image of a prostitute crouched down, knickers around her ankles, curling out a number two.
She looked at him, he looked at her.
Her: "You fancy one, love?"
Him: "Err...no. I don't"
Her: "Oh. Well suit yourself"
So she just screwed up her face and curled out another completely unfazed.
It was approaching dawn around the back of King's Cross and he was making a delivery in his lorry. This was a few years back before the redevelopment so it was still a very well-known red-light district. As he was driving slowly near the goods yard his headlights caught the image of a prostitute crouched down, knickers around her ankles, curling out a number two.
She looked at him, he looked at her.
Her: "You fancy one, love?"
Him: "Err...no. I don't"
Her: "Oh. Well suit yourself"
So she just screwed up her face and curled out another completely unfazed.