This happened yesterday.
Rushing off to make an appointment to have my nails done in the Vietnamese place in Cannock, I get there just in time.
She does my nails very quickly so I ask her if she can do my feet as well (time limit on car park).
Yes, she can, so I move from hand area to foot area, where the chair is meant to give you a back massage but it’s resembles something like torture. Anyway, after gorgeous hands and feet, I go to pay and she hands me my coat.
or rather NOT my coat.
Me “ That’s not my coat, mine is long, padded, belt,”
Her. “That coat on back of seat where you sit. This Your coat. This coat you come in.”
Me (Getting stressy and voice raising) That’s NOT my coat. Someone has gone off with my coat. I absolutely totally would not buy a coat like that.
By now, (everyone in salon has stopped watching Supermarket Sweep and all heads are turned towards “Hysterical Coat Woman”.
I’m going to look in the pockets of this coat and see if there is any ID then we can find person and sort out coat problem.
I reach into nasty coat pocket and pull out paperwork. YES result!
Silence while the whole salon waits.
Me. “Ok, I’m SO sorry, I don’t know how this has happened, but in the madness that is my life, it seems that I’ve inadvertently come out wearing my husbands coat.”
Pays, bill, skulks off.
Wearing husbands Barbour jacket.