The shirt off his back
Jul 7th, 2007 by Granny
I used to share a flat with some gals in Marlborough Road which is near the RTE studios in Dublin.
The Gals and I had just settled down in out little beds. The doorbell rang. It was nearly midnight!
In a disgruntled, bleary eyed state, I got up to answer the door. Derek Davis stood outside wearing nothing but his trousers and a cheeky grin.
He thrust a ginormous shirt in my direction - “would I mind sewing a button on the shirt?”
I looked up at him in bewilderment.
“Where would I find a needle in this house at this hour of the night?”
“Ach Yearra Lass, I thought being a girl and that stuff that you would have a needle.”
“I’m not that kind of girl” I answered frostily.
Then I saw the funny side and started to giggle nervously at the sight of this giant, half naked man and his enormous shirt. The giggle turned into hysterical laughter. The girls had joined me by then and we laughed, holding our tummies - rolling around on the hall floor.
Derek backed away slowly as if we were royalty.
Then he turned and ran up Marlborough Road with the great shirt billowing in the wind.
Derek. I’m sorry if we hurt your feelings but life is just too darn short to be sowing buttons on a shirt.
I wonder if he ever forgot that night or went home to learn how to sew on his own buttons.
He married a schoolteacher, and you can be blooming sure she can sew on a button.
Cheeky get!! That’s the worst chat-up line I’ve ever heard. Sew a button. Seriously? He’s looking well though, nice to see he’s lost some weight.