Nice legs.

One day my  friend and I had  visited some  small country villages near Knutsford.  We were walking on the high street and soon we were swallowed by a crowd of shoppers .  The atmosphere was buzzing like the bees at work . Here and there we could hear shrils of laughter.We had almost visited every shop and most of the time we were satisfying our eyes as three quarters of our time was engrossed in window shopping, we laughed as we see things that amuses us or catch our imagination.  So it happened that we met a couple who were both bulky in size, walking hand in hand, and  going opposite direction with  us.   Silently, the couple managed to draw our attention towards them. It began with my friend, “Aha…ahaa,”  he began laughing.  I looked at him with curiosity. “Whats laughious?” I asked him with my colloquial language. “Can’t you see?” he said pointing his finger in the direction of the couple. “What?” I demanded?  “Read,  read that couple’s T-shirts,” he said with emphasising tone.  I strained my eyes towards the couple. I first saw nicely scribbled words on their T-shirts . I started to read the woman’s T-shirt, it was printed in front and  it read: “Nice Legs.”  Then, when I  read the man’s T-shirt  whose words were printed at  the back. The words  scribbled at the man’s T-shirt paused a question to the woman’s statement. The words read: “What Time Are They Going To Open?” “Ahaa,aaah…aaaa,” I laughed continuously,  and my laugh was so infectious that it drew a large crowd to join, that some of the people they just laughed with me but with no clue of what I was laughing. Fortunately, my friend managed to draw their attention as his finger continuously pointing in the direction of the couple, and soon their was an explosion of laughter and even the very couple laughed with the crowd, knowingly they were the centre of the attraction.


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