He does it to me every time I go in the shop…involves me in something or other!

Lovely young man. But a natural trouble-maker :o)

Early this morning, I’m in the queue, he’s talking to the woman he’s serving and then involves me.

“I’ve got this song in my head,” says he. “But I can’t remember who sang it.”

So me, she and he call out Motown bands across the shop at each other.

Finally, as I’m paying my bill, I jump up and shout at him through the plastic anti-cootie guard…..THE TEMPTATIONS.

Even I’ve no idea where that came from. Shrug.

I’ve just checked.

Kerching. Me. Gold Medal and applause.

He’ll never forgive me now :o)