Spankers on my Doorstep?

I was standing in a little watchmaker/jeweller/antiques shop a few days ago, waiting for a battery to be replaced in P's watch. The couple who run it have been there donkeys years, very friendly and they don't rip off. It's in the High Street not far from our office.

I was passing the time of day with the proprietor when a gentleman walked in with a couple of old clocks for repair, he obviously knew the owners well as he was greeted by name and the owner's wife popped her head out from behind a little screen, which shields their working area, to say hello. The gentleman was quite a chatterer and started telling a story about a friend of his who'd just returned from Paris where he'd picked up an antique table at auction (he didn't say how much) and when he got it back here he had it valued at £45,000! Nice work if you can get it.

The gentleman explained what he wanted doing with the clocks and then asked if the fruit and veg shop was still open. The watchmaker's wife told him if he just looked out the window he'd be able to see it was, unless he needed a new pair of glasses, to which the customer (who I'd already decided must also be a social acquaintance) replied that she shouldn't be so cheeky or he'd put her over his knee and spank her bottom.......but then again she might just like that. 

All three of them laughed, the customer looked across at me, I'm sure my face was red, I think he was looking for a reaction or that's the feeling I got. I just smiled like an idiot.

When I left the shop, walking down the street back to the office, I kept wishing I'd had the nerve to say something. 

Perhaps something cheeky:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx