My friends and I were sat chatting about women and what size clothes they wear.
”I prefer my women in a size ten” said one guy.
”oh, I like a nice comfy 14, what about you?” another asked me,
”I like age 8/9”. Was my reply.
I was asked to leave.
The optician in Specsavers led me to the examination room. When we got inside she, turned off the light and sat directly across from me. She then smiled at me, asked me to put my chin on some sort of head rest and mentioned something about a ‘blowing sensation’
And that, your honour, is why I thought she wanted me to remove my trousers