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<blockquote data-quote="Topper" data-source="post: 167391" data-attributes="member: 186250"><p>Isn't that strange how reading something can trigger a memory. Many many years ago I worked a night shift and the tea man who was a Polish immigrant called George told me about how he spent his 21st birthday in Poland just before the 2nd world war. He went out and got bladdered but ended up in a sleaze bar with the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes upon. She invited him back to her room and although she warned him to keep quiet as she was not supposed to have men staying over, they had a most fantastic night of s_x and George woke up quite early the following day just as it was getting light. By his bedside was a glass of milk and being thirsty after a night on the beer he heartily drank it but thought it was warm and tasted funny. As he put the glass down he noticed another glass on the opposite bedside cabinet and from this glass was staring a glass eye. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the beautiful girl he had slept with stirred, reached over for the glass eye, popped it into her eye socket then reached for the glass of milk and promtly hit the roof and was shouting at and kicking George. The noise woke a baby that was sleeping in the bottom drawer of a chest of drawers in the same room and who the milk had been expressed for by the girl. George never failed to express how ugly she was in the cold light of day but he could never understand why she looked so beautiful the night before. nb he used to tell this story evertime someone new started on the shift which was almost every week.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Topper, post: 167391, member: 186250"] Isn't that strange how reading something can trigger a memory. Many many years ago I worked a night shift and the tea man who was a Polish immigrant called George told me about how he spent his 21st birthday in Poland just before the 2nd world war. He went out and got bladdered but ended up in a sleaze bar with the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes upon. She invited him back to her room and although she warned him to keep quiet as she was not supposed to have men staying over, they had a most fantastic night of s_x and George woke up quite early the following day just as it was getting light. By his bedside was a glass of milk and being thirsty after a night on the beer he heartily drank it but thought it was warm and tasted funny. As he put the glass down he noticed another glass on the opposite bedside cabinet and from this glass was staring a glass eye. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the beautiful girl he had slept with stirred, reached over for the glass eye, popped it into her eye socket then reached for the glass of milk and promtly hit the roof and was shouting at and kicking George. The noise woke a baby that was sleeping in the bottom drawer of a chest of drawers in the same room and who the milk had been expressed for by the girl. George never failed to express how ugly she was in the cold light of day but he could never understand why she looked so beautiful the night before. nb he used to tell this story evertime someone new started on the shift which was almost every week. [/QUOTE]
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