Not one of the boys from Brazil
11 posts • joined 29 Nov 2016
Back in the '80s my wife and I were in East London in SA. We'd split up and arranged to meet later, and at the designated time arrived back at our meeting point. I found my wife in very heated conversation ( she is not the quiet retiring type) with a policeman. Apparently her having safely crossed the road, but not at a crossing, he was berating her for jaywalking. I arrived. 'Is this your husband?'he asked, then turned his attentions to me, saying I should have had more control of her and ultimately I was to blame. This did not go down well with my dedicated feminist beloved who waded (verbally) into him, yet again. We escaped with a warning after I humbled myself and apologised profusely, seeing how this confrontation could possibly end up.I did not want my day in court. On another occasion I winced as I witnessed her fantastically effective verbal demolition of the manager of a company that had aggrieved her. She is not a woman to be messed with. For the sake of my dangly bits, she is now my ex-wife...
Had a call from a customer in Switzerland near the French border and had to get there fast to sort out a problem. Got off the plane at Mulhouse after flying business class (all that was available at short notice) , to find two of our company directors and two salesmen getting off from economy. They were visiting the same customer and their flights had been booked well in advance. If looks could have killed...
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