Well no, actually, Bear in scruffy baked bean stained black fleece.
Dropped in at the garage to get some fuel on the way to 'me 'ill'.
I was just walking back to me car, when this young lady came up to me and asked could I pump her tyre up as she didn't know how to use the machine.
Why she chose me instead of the other half dozen sheeples that were also there, I do not know.
Must have been all my obviously visible radiating charm and cuddly looks p'raps?
Being the cynic I naturally am, I drove 'round the back of the garage wondering if it was a set up 'p'raps, with some scum bags waiting to 'turn me over'.
No one other than Missy standing there next to her Peugeot with a flattish tyre, so I got out, locked the car and proceeded to inflate for her.
She was most gratifyingly grateful to me for coming to her rescue, and I was duly rewarded by her bending down to put the dust cap back on the valve.
The finest pair of restless puppies in a pair of baskets I have seen for quite some time, I can tell you.
You just couldn't not look, honestly.
I naturally therefore offerd to check her remaining three tyres if she would kindly mind taking the dust caps off for me, you know, to speed things up a bit like so I could get on me way like.
Am I a perv?
