A friend asked if she could have a lift. I said, 'Yes, of course, I just need to rearrange the reindeer, lampshades and Greggs bakery trays in the car to fit you in.'
She said, 'That's fine. I was going to offer someone a lift this week but I couldn't because I had a false leg in the back.'
'You win.'
False leg trumps reindeer.
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Brilliant !!
Yes, false leg trumps reindeer -- unless it's a LIVE reindeer, of course.
How LARGE was the false leg?
Thanks for the laugh, Liz.
As a wee lass, I was terrified of the (only, and tiny) clothes closet that had been built into one bedroom (of the two) of the house in which we were living - a house that was owned and had just been vacated by my great-grandparents and great-great grandmother. My terror sprang from believing that my great-grandfather's artificial arm resided in the closet. Who knows? It may have been in there if he left it behind in the move; or, I may have seen it there while he was still living in the house. (I was not yet age 4 when we moved out.)
Cop Car
Sadly not a live one, debra.
Sort of human size, Sonata, but this friend is even worse than me in the cluttered car department.
I can imagine that would have been scary for a small child, CopCar.
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