Excuse me love
An elderly lady was standing at the railing of the Interislander ferry, clutching her sunhat for dear life so it wouldn't get sucked into the Cook Strait gale.
A bloke wandered over, looking a bit sheepish, and said, "Excuse me, love... I don't mean to be a nosey parker, but did you know your frock is blowing right up in this wind?"
"Yeah, I know, mate," she replied, not budging an inch. "But I need both hands to hold onto this bloody hat."
"But far out, lady," the bloke said, getting a bit desperate, "you're completely commando under there! Everything's on display for the whole deck!"
The old girl took a quick squiz down, looked back up at him, and shrugged. "Look, mate, anything you see down there is 75 years old. I only bought this hat yesterday!"
A bloke wandered over, looking a bit sheepish, and said, "Excuse me, love... I don't mean to be a nosey parker, but did you know your frock is blowing right up in this wind?"
"Yeah, I know, mate," she replied, not budging an inch. "But I need both hands to hold onto this bloody hat."
"But far out, lady," the bloke said, getting a bit desperate, "you're completely commando under there! Everything's on display for the whole deck!"
The old girl took a quick squiz down, looked back up at him, and shrugged. "Look, mate, anything you see down there is 75 years old. I only bought this hat yesterday!"
