The Inspector.

I remember many years ago I was wearing my favourite duffel coat, I loved that coat and wore it every day. Back then I didn't have a car so I went everywhere on the bus, this didn't include work.

I always did the same thing with my bus ticket, I put them in my right hand pocket. I was with a friend one day when the Bus Inspector came on to check our tickets. When it was my turn I took my ticket out and gave it to him, he looked at it and said it was the wrong ticket! I was very, very shy when I was younger and became instantly embarrassed, so I put my hand in my pocket again and to my horror I realized I had lots of tickets, about 2 to 3” thick, so I took them all out and showed him and said, “My ticket for today is with all of these!” He tut and carried on checking the other tickets.

When I went home I threw them all away ….. and started again!

Another time I did a Work Experience at a vary large, three floor, store. They had Store Detectives walking around the shop watching the Customers, none of the shop staff liked her, I was informed, for they did spots checks on them at the end of the day.

One day when we had all finished worked, I was one of the staff that she asked to stay behind so she could check my handbag. This was to be my first and only time in the short time I was there. And I suppose I found out something about myself that day that I didn't know, for in my handbag was lots of different, half eaten bars of chocolates! For whenever I fancied a Double Decker then I would rummage round until I found it and carried on eating it! The store detective just couldn't get her head around it! Her face was a picture.

Another time, when I found out there were papers, receipts, notes in my bag that was nine years old, I had to have a spring clean!!!