And no I’m not talking about a stripper’s bikini line. (ha ha)
Last night when I was walking to work (with hair and 90% of my make-up done) I was just half a street away and could even see the club entrance when none other than my university tutor walked out across the pavement about 5 metres in front of me.
Shit! It’s ok, I thought. She doesn’t know I’m heading for the club. I can tell her I’m on my way to meet a friend.
We crossed paths but to my absolute great relief she didn’t recognise me (she hasn’t seen my new haircut before and I don’t normally wear much makeup). She made a b-line to unlock her bike from the railing opposite and I passed her with just inches to spare. Thank God!
Still, I couldn’t go straight to the club door as she might turn and see me. Instead I took a detour down the street to the left then walked all the way around the block to approach the club from the other end of the road. As I walked up the street I looked as far ahead as I could praying that she’d gone. She had. And I made it in unseen. Phew!
(You have to laugh really)