Today I've been wondering a lot about the etiquette for dealing with strangers crying in cars. On the way back from Asda yesterday, turning into Bath Terrace, I noticed a woman hunched over at the wheel of a stationary car, head in hands, crying.
What are you supposed to do? If she was sitting on a wall crying I would have asked her what was wrong. Even, at a push, if she was in her front garden, I would enquire as to her well-being. But she wasn't. She was in a car and asking how she was would first mean knocking on the window and, if she didn't immediately wind her window down, I would have to make a potentially goonish expression/ gesticulation. She might have locked the door and looked terrified. So, bearing in mind there was no hosepipe nipping in the back window, I just politely looked away and pretended I'd not noticed.
For two seconds anyway, then I had a quick, guilty glance back. She was just putting moisturiser on her face.
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Ah wimmin. We are packages of mystery and no mistakin.
Also, this is a comment to say 'What a lovely little site you have here Helen. Well done chap!' and that. I like it lots.
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Aw, cheers kidda. Oddly, my email notification of your post only included the first 19 or 20 characters of your sign in name. I appeared to have received a message from an altogether less-innocent smelling Kels. Cockle shells are so much nicer!
Weeelll, I smell of cock sometimes. Depends what i've been doing, or who's ben doing me! Boom boom!
Oh dear....
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