No shame

When McB couldn't give me a lift home, I would take the latest roll of discarded carpet from the skip outside my office home with me on the train. In my business suit no less; I knew no shame!

I have this quirk of nature of being able to switch off social conventions. The drive to recycle, or rather save a stack of cash, overrode feelings of embarrassment. Had Mrs H been travelling with me, overrode would've become overruled.

She claims to like me because I'm never boring... kind of wacky. But she's not (was pleased with the carpet though!).