MISUS SMF
im driving my 42
one afernoon when it used to circle its route when misus smf gets on at
abbeyhill.
big glasses, walking stick and handbag full of attitude, she sits down between
the doors and starts pontificating her usual bile when i toy with the idea that
i just agree with all she says to me.
by the time we reach the mound we're best buddies and i even get a wee smile
from her, this continues till we get all the way to lochend at which point i
decide to tell her a few home truths, about how spiteful and nasty she can be.
she never again gave me the treatment.