Originally Posted by
RichieWade
Went to a complex I hadn’t been before one time (S’ford) and it was a good bit away from anywhere else I’d been to that was advertised in the same area. I arrived early and was parked in a secluded spot with an idea of numbers etc.
Saw a builder walking around frantically trying to sus out the numbering system. Saw him go in the main door of where I wanted to be, thought he must’ve been quoting for something maybe. I got my business done really quickly as was a fab service, she offered the massage after and unusually I accepted! When I was facedown, all I could hear through the wooden floor was a girl getting buried by a chap and he starts calling her name and I’m giggling to myself thinking I’d seen her somewhere else and wondered which part of the area she operated out of. Was so cringe, he continued to call her by name and just after he blew his beans he told her in a frantic voice it was the best rhymes with Donald Duck he’d ever had in his life and she was amazing. Low and behold, myself and the builder were retrieving our vehicles at the same time, he was looking rather smug and presumably there were no quotations given from him.