So Saturday afternoon I’m sitting at home just have a twang on the guitar as you do, and my front door opens; as I do have a tendency not to shut it behind me and it just rests on the frame. I hear a hello then a knock, then another Hello… It’s the Police!! So shouting back I say Two seconds followed by I haven’t called you! But occasionally I get visits from the local police with regards to a car being broken into or what not so no surprise really as I get to the door it fully opens and in steps a 6ft tall black woman in red hot pants, long black hair, skimpy top, quite a fair amount of jewellery and some shiny red high heels…!! Now I’m thinking she didn’t say Police it must of been Denise because that’s the only name I could of confused through a closed door as Police!!!
She looked at me and asked if she was for me!!! I should of asked if it had been paid upfront!!!
But I said sorry love but no, your not for me!!! She did apologise and walked off pretty un balanced in them heels!!
Who orders a prossie at half one on a Saturday afternoon?? A pizza yes but a prossie??!!??
