The Lost Codger

“Hello sir, may I interest you in these?”

A young female voice interrupted my concentration. I was casually walking along Tottenham Court Road in Central London in search for some photography equipment, but after walking for almost 15 minutes on this long and popular Low-Yat-like road, I was surprised I couldn’t find a single camera shop.

I turned my head towards the voice, only to be confronted by a very petite lady, of Oriental origin, with cherry-red lipstick and eye-makeup as thick as Yellow Pages, wearing black skin-tight spandex-like outfit, stiletto shoes as high as the Petronas Twin Towers, and a plunging neckline so low, it was very obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

My jaw immediately dropped.

Just what could she have meant by ‘these‘?

My eyes were still fixated on her neckline. I could feel my jaw slowly dropping a few inches lower.

“Here you go sir.”

She waved a couple of cards in my line of sight, interrupting my focus again. Feeling rather embarrassed, I took the cards off from her hand, smiled sheepishly and thanked her gracefully. As I walked away, I turned around again to have another peek, only to see her smiling back at me, further turning my face red in the process. I must admit, girls with pretty smiles make me shy.

I continued to walk faster and farther, to which then I took another look at the cards she handed me earlier.

They were two VIP Entry Passes to Spearmint Rhino.