Today I went to the cinema.
Last Sunday I went to the cinema. The Cinema is next to an ASDA, which has a dry cleaning place so I thought "why not kill another bird with this stone" and last Sunday I took my suit to be dry cleaned.
"That will be ready tomorrow" said the blonde YTS type girl.
"Okay, but I will probably pick it up next Sunday"
"I'll take your number in case there's a problem" and she scrawled down my Mobile Number

Today I went to pick up my suit. A Sad mad old looking woman was there. "We've been trying to call you all week"
"What's happened"
"There was a problem with your trousers" {Story of my life} "WE have had to send it off to be mended. You haven't been picking up your calls"
"What number have you got?" and she read out the number. The digits were wrong "That's not the number I gave the girl." The silly moo had scrawled so badly that they hadn't been able to read the number. Some poor ijit has been receiving messages about faulty trousers all week.
And now I have to wait another week for my suit!
Lucky I have several more to choose from, otherwise I don't know what I'd do 88|