My boots were broken and I had just the week before discovered a shoe repair shop over near where I worked... now just to remember to put them into the car so I have the with me.
New week means a new roster at work, off I went... having arrived earlier than when the roster would be ready I thought I would wander into the shop and just find out the cost.
Nice surprise when this hottie comes out from the back room... my age group and a nice body that I can glimpse under the big apron.
He asks if he can help me... (oh Lordy, my mind can already visualise the things I want to tell him to help me with) But politeness decrees that first I must speak about the everyday things... I smile and lean a little lower... Wearing a low cut shirt and sexy bras underneath, I have to show a little cleavage... Don't I?
I ask about whether he could fix my play boots... (at this point I dont think he understands my request). I lift them out of the bag soles first and straight away he can see that one of the soles is not there..
"Oh he says is this the problem? I can fix them no worries" I warn him how the missing bits are in a safe place but I am not sure where it is... He hands me a bit of paper and a pen and asks me to jot down my name and number... (there it is... the opportunity to check the marital status) I laugh and ask "sure your wife wont mind you having my number?" he just looks at me blankly and says he isnt married and its for the work job.