When my sister and I worked in the glamorous profession of packing vegetables we were both awestruck by a co-worker called Tony. My sister and I were both unlucky that Tony never asked us out, as it seemed he asked every other female working at the factory out on dates. He probably overheard the vegetable replacement game we played and thought we were nutcases while we were both laughing at "little red cobette". Tony did not look like this guy below, he was more like Freddy Mercury with a pack of Winnie Blue in the sleeve of his black t-shirt, but I am sure there is a lady out there somewhere who is in heaven with Tony tight black denim.
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