I was upstairs when B shouted me.
B: ‘Can you come here for a minute?’
Me: ‘I’ve got no pants on. I was going to have a shower.’ – Look, I still say shower since it does involve the shower but it is more of a hose down at present
B: ‘Well can you put some on and come down.’
Thinking he wanted to show me something outside that would disappear unless I saw it at that exact moment and trusting it didn’t involve a neighbour standing in the kitchen I wandered downstairs without my trousers on – I had my knickers on and my cardigan was quite long.
I arrived in the kitchen to find B with a stern expression on his face and his arms folded across his chest.
B: ‘Look at this. I opened the box and the first three were like this…’
B: ‘I haven’t got the receipt but it says Wilko on the box. They were only £1.59 (ish) but I feel like taking them back. They open on Sundays.’
Now I think he both expected and wanted me to say ‘It’s not really worth the hassle is it’ but considering I’d had to come downstairs and was standing trouser-less, but socked, in the kitchen I said
‘Yes, but its the principle. I think you should take them back.’