That's the Veetmanese lady in our lunch shop talking about her daughter; the girl has the hot bananas for me. I took it in my stride, though, going with a particularly suave "Thank you - two sausage rolls, please. With sauce." On reflection, I can stop wondering why they've been giving me those furtive looks and then giggling like schoolgirls. Well, in so much as one IS a schoolgirl.
Given their price, I'd take her on just for the bananas.
But then, you know what THEY say: No bones in bananas.
Posted by: slatts | 31 May 2006 at 20:10
They say that to all the middle-aged teachers.
Posted by: carneagles | 31 May 2006 at 21:23
Your flies are undone Tony. Happens to me all the time.
Posted by: youcancallmemeyer | 31 May 2006 at 22:04
Start a branch in Oz.
http://www.news.com.au/story/0,10117,19310781-2,00.html
Posted by: Big Ramifications | 01 June 2006 at 01:39
Are you sure they're bananas and not hot plantains? There's a world of difference, you know.
Posted by: hungbunny | 01 June 2006 at 05:17
Tummy bananas?
Posted by: Gareth | 01 June 2006 at 11:07
Or hot bananas frittered away.
Posted by: Wicking | 01 June 2006 at 16:57
Go ahead, take those bananas.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | 01 June 2006 at 17:28
You bastard.
I wish I was handsome.
Posted by: Dirk Thruster | 01 June 2006 at 18:07
she li sossi ro 2
Posted by: vest | 01 June 2006 at 18:14
From the wording in this post, I deduce that it's the daughter who is running the store, and the mother who is the schoolgirl. Those Vietnamese!
Hey, tell me I'm wrong.
Posted by: TimT | 02 June 2006 at 11:28
There is something about young Vietnamese women in bakers that does make them cute.
In my case, its the way they curl their lips as I order another dozen sausage rolls and manoever my swollen body out the door.
If only my footy mates could see me now.
Posted by: david tiley | 04 June 2006 at 03:45
I've got you pegged as a right thug on the field, David. "White Line Fever" Tiley sounds about right.
Don't try to deny it.
Posted by: Tony.T | 04 June 2006 at 19:21