TheBloke (TM) is no stranger to the comedy voice. Usually delivered in a falsetto, he will frequently adopt a Mexican / French / Italian accent (that's not three different accents, by the way, it's just impossible to pin a location on the voice) and say something silly.
So be it.
Anyway, a while back we were at a friend's wedding, staying in a hotel. We'd both woken up early, had breakfast, had a potter around the city, and as the wedding wasn't until late afternoon, we had a bit of time. As South Africa were playing rugby that day, TheBloke (TM) repaired to the hotel bar to watch sport, and I retired to our room and thought I'd chill out for a while.
After taking a bath I felt a bit sleepy, so snuggled down under the duvet. I dozed for a while. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I jumped, then remembered; we'd only been given one hotel key. TheBloke (TM) needed to be let back in. As I was starkers though, I thought I'd better do a quick check before opening the door.
"Who is it?" I trilled.
"Ees Minibar!" said TheBloke (TM) in one of his hilarious voices.
I laughed (out of pity, probably) and went to the door and opened it to let him in.
It wasn't TheBloke (TM). It was the Mexican / French / Italian man the hotel employed to restock the minibar. Who was looking, quite incredulously - though it has to be said, not entirely disapprovingly, at my tits.
I shut the door again, possibly not quickly enough to avoid quite an awkward moment.
And then hit the minibar.
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