... while out with friends, in my (very short lived) young & single days.
I got a taxi home and found myself unable to remember my address.
However, I made it home, safe and sound, because I still remembered the WAY home and simply gave the cabbie "right here, left at the next lights" style instructions.
I did not require one of these. Still, some may find it useful. You're welcome.
Saturday, April 2
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4 comments:
See now, that's ingenious! Wish I'd had one of those in my younger, wilder days. I had to rely on my date, and sometimes he was as schnockered as I was!
Tell me you had just moved into a new place!
;o)
- Lee
Lee, no, I can't even use that as an excuse. I once also, when in my cups a bit, called Mr Brown ANDREW!
I've never gone out with an Andrew in my LIFE! Luckily he forgave me, though he does remind me now and again :)
No ANDREW's were harmed in this post......
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