Re: My Pet Coat
craig king (ck31@ukc.ac.uk)
Tue, 19 Oct 1999 01:19:59 +0100
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Subject: My Pet Coat
>
> My Shakespeare class was earlier today. There's a very nice woman, in her
> 40s or early 50s, who's Irish but has been living in England since she was
> 17. She commented on my coat after class. So I started telling her of
the
> wonders of my coat. How water beads up on it. How it needs to be oiled
> every couple of years. I went on a bit and she said, "Oh, so it's like a
> pet, then?"
>
> That's it. My Pet Coat.
>
> Jim
i was sat in a pub a couple of years ago near an old and slightly soused boy
who was fondly stroking what appeared to be a sleeping pet cuddled up to a
woman sat down next to him. the woman and her friend were stifling their
laughter with little success. eventually they stood up, smiled at the old
boy, picked up the pet which turned out to be a fur coat (one of those
neck-hanging things) and walked out of the pub. we promptly tried to stifle
our laughter for the old boy's sake but then he let rip with a huge laugh
and beamed his way through the night, telling us a few stories about the war
which we found immensely entertaining.
craig