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Stupid? Me?

I went to a quiz last night.  I didn't know anyone but they were all British.  I was slotted in with a team so we numbered six.  The woman sitting opposite me had her dog with her.  'Do you have dogs?' she asked.  'No I don't' I replied.  'So you are a cat person.'  she said accusingly.  'I don't have any animals', I said trying not to sound defensive.  I might just as well as said I was a serial killer such was the look she gave me.  From that moment on I suffered.  If I offered an answer she said, 'Are you 100%  sure because if you aren't don't speak.'  The other people on the team tried to include me and be friendly but it was a losing battle so I gave up and contributed nothing.  I did know the word for the metal bits on the end of shoe laces but was told I was stupid and had a certain amount of satisfaction when I was proved right.

I wondered up to the bar to buy a drink.  The woman in front of me bought a glass of red wine.  It cost one euro.  I was driving so I asked for an orange juice.  It cost me two euros.

I may go to the next one but I somehow doubt it.

At tennis on Thursday, Gautier asked us if someone could come and do the lunches for the youth tournament on Monday.  3 said they were working and 2 said they couldn't do it.  'Lucky we have Sue then,  11am on Monday it is,'  said Gautier.  Why couldn't I say no like the others?

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