My nephew reminded me of something the other day. We were talking about something or another and he said “you don’t get embarrassed by anythingâ€. I gave him the innocent look as if I didn’t know what he meant and he added “what about the shopping trolley at Tesco!â€
I knew the time he meant instantly…..
My nephew was about 15 and had a new girlfriend. We were all going to Tesco and I had been told to be on ‘best behaviour’. This mean I wasn’t allowed to play the fart game – where I fart really loudly and then turn to my nephew and blame him in an equally load voice.
We arrived at the supermarket at around 2 in the afternoon, so it was rather busy. As we walk in it was like Mosses and the parting of the Red Sea. The main isle that ran the middle length of the supermarket seemed to clear of people. Ahead of me lay a clear long straight isle and there was me with the shopping trolley firmly gripped in my hands. It was a sign from God – the centre isle is never empty on a Saturday afternoon – I was being told to ride the shopping trolley (in a non-sexual way of course).
I took one step then another, faster and faster, pushing harder and harder. I was consumed by the vision of gliding gracefully down the isle, almost flying – like that bird Rose in Titanic when she stood at the bow of the ship. Now at full speed I took one almighty leap to fling myself over the back of the trolley. The instant my body made contact with the trolley I felt the front wheels lift from the floor. The trolley was empty and one of those smaller high basket ones – darn no counter balance! :shock:
I had all but a split second to react – do I abort, my feet may have been 3 foot off of the ground as I lay horizontal across the trolley, but there was still time to abort the mission and bring my feet down. For some reason, I know not what, in that moment of madness I made my decision…..
Still gripping firmly on the handle I pushed the trolley forward from underneath me. The fount wheels still lifting and me still horizontal, I made no attempt to put my feet onto the floor. Instead I used the momentum of myself and the now almost upturned trolley to go……………….. body-surfing down the floor of the isle.
As gravity took hold and pulled me closer to the floor the trolley became totally upturned and hit the floor with a load announcing crash. Apparently I had travelled a good 12 foot in midair before making contact with the floor and then cleared 3 of the crossing isles before coming to an undignified halt amongst a crowd of people with gapping mouths. I looked up at my unfamiliar audience and smiled, stood up, put the trolley back upright and wandered back a few isles to reclaim my lost footwear.
For some reason my nephew was bright red and his girlfriend looked as if she was about to faint with shock. Totally embarrassed my nephew stood there waiting for some form of explanation….. “Shall we have Mexican?†I asked.
We lose something special when we become adults – live life to the full and do something childish every day – you will be richer for it in ways that money cannot buy.
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Quote by PoloLady
….. “Shall we have Mexican?” I asked.
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The whole story is a delight, but this short but wonderfull line, was the bit that made my shoulders start to heave
Sex God
Love it!! You have created a few images that will live with me for quite a while!
'Be young at heart and Die' sounds more like it
'Be young at heart and Die' sounds more like it
Orgasminator
Thanks for that. It has made my day :thumbup:
For those of you who think such an act is foolish, pointless, ridiculous to even consider and would never ever dream of doing such a thing - you are truely poor my friends.
For those of you who wished you could do something totally childish and not care - there is no spoon!
For those of you who know how to lose that adult hinibition from time to time - enjoy your wealth and richness in life.
For those of you who wished you could do something totally childish and not care - there is no spoon!
For those of you who know how to lose that adult hinibition from time to time - enjoy your wealth and richness in life.
Quote by PoloLady
For those of you who think such an act is foolish, pointless, ridiculous to even consider and would never ever dream of doing such a thing - you are truely poor my friends.
For those of you who wished you could do something totally childish and not care - there is no spoon!
For those of you who know how to lose that adult hinibition from time to time - enjoy your wealth and richness in life.
The lady has woken up all philosophical today.
Does your love of wheels mean you will be wearing rollerskates in the club on friday night? Won't that give you an unfair advantage? Should I bring my detachable rocket so that I can keep up with you?
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: Utterly brilliant..... cant stop chuckling to myself...And it has also dawned on me...they have security cameras in Supermarkets.... they is a strong chance your episode is being used as a safety training video.... in supermarkets all over the country ! :shock:
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Utterly brilliant..... cant stop chuckling to myself...And it has also dawned on me...they have security cameras in Supermarkets.... they is a strong chance your episode is being used as a safety training video.... in supermarkets all over the country ! :shock:
And for this lady in the body-surfing... what are your scores gentlemen?
Did the rocket get made? Did SunBunny burn her bum? Did Polo rollerskate her way to victory? Did we ever get to see what was under AlwaysRandy's fig leaf?
So many questions.
And to stay young I bathe in camels milk on Tuesdays and feed myself custard intravenously from a fluffy straw, to the tune of the Wombles theme tune. Not as exciting as trolleys but deliciously messy.
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So many questions.
And to stay young I bathe in camels milk on Tuesdays and feed myself custard intravenously from a fluffy straw, to the tune of the Wombles theme tune. Not as exciting as trolleys but deliciously messy.
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Thanks for that Polo.... 
:D Afraid I can't add to it at the mo as I am laid up in bed :cry: ( Bloody back)
So not feeling very young .......at heart or other wise
And to cap it all wasn't even doing anything naughty when it 'went'
Still thanks goodness for that wireless connection
means I wont get bored or miss out on my daily dose of SH news & goss
Thanks again Polo I needed a good laugh....... & the vision on you 'riding' that trolley :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
Thanks G of G & D
:D Afraid I can't add to it at the mo as I am laid up in bed :cry: ( Bloody back)
So not feeling very young .......at heart or other wise
And to cap it all wasn't even doing anything naughty when it 'went'
Still thanks goodness for that wireless connection
means I wont get bored or miss out on my daily dose of SH news & gossThanks again Polo I needed a good laugh....... & the vision on you 'riding' that trolley
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: Thanks G of G & D
