After the third set, the woman next to me taps me on the shoulder, and indicates my husband Paul with a bemused, shy grin.
Her: Why is he wearing a kilt?
Me: Because he's got good legs.
Her: That is the best answer ever.
After the third set, the woman next to me taps me on the shoulder, and indicates my husband Paul with a bemused, shy grin.
Her: Why is he wearing a kilt?
Me: Because he's got good legs.
Her: That is the best answer ever.