THE REDHEAD

A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her.

Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket toward the man.

He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back.

"Oh my, I am so sorry," the woman says as she pops her eye back in place.

"I"m sure that must have embarrassed you so let me pay for your dinner to make it up to you," she says.

They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theatre followed by drinks. They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he listens, he shares his and she listens.

After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast.

They have a wonderful, wonderful time.

The next morning, she cooks a gourmet breakfast with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed and totally impressed. Everything had been SO incredible!

"You know," he said, "you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet? "

"No," she replies. . . . .
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"You just happened to catch my eye."

Long week-end away from the computer again, I have not read the posts that my friends left but I will as soon as I have written this wee bit.

As some will know one of my hobbies is collecting old post cards, this is the latest acquisition,

The Peoples Palace, Glasgow, from 1911(?) Today the front is exactly as it was then, unfortunately the Winter Gardens at the rear was destroyed by fire a few years ago, but has now been rebuilt to the same specifications.

The museum tells the story of Glasgow from 1750 to the present day, complete with Billy Connolly's Banana Boots.

The old card has another story to tell. Posted in Glasgow at 5.15 pm to an address in Edinburgh, with arrangement for meeting in Glasgow the following day, the confidence that the sender had that the card would be delivered in time for the meeting to take place, changed days.

The message is also interesting, it reads,

My Dear Mother,
I will meet you tomorrow at 3.25 at Queen Street ( station .
Don't have any fear, just come on, they will be very careful for a long time now,
Love Susan.

I wonder, what was the story behind that?

Unfortunately I can't credit this photo to anyone, I can only wish that it had been taken by myself. I call it, There Must Be Some One Else.