1001 Stories
LoveHomeCommunity
Back to All Stories

#176 Pop Some Sort of Offer

Photo of Pop
I was an under manager, so slightly older than my colleagues and the younger men are asking me “what do you think of her?”. I said “crap”. It was a joke that went on after we got married.

Pop

I met my own wife when she came into the Leeds Co-op. She was a demonstrator working for a company called Buxted Chickens at the time. She’d cook a chicken on a rotisserie, then she’d cut it up and take it round for customers to try, with the offer of buying two for one. Even all those years ago, there was always some sort of offer.

We would usually sell maybe two boxes of chickens a week. But she managed ten in a day! In a week we’d sell seventy or eighty cases when she came in.

I was an under manager, so slightly older than my colleagues and the younger men are asking me “what do you think of her?”. I said “crap”. It was a joke that went on after we got married.

The boy that worked on the Greengrocery counter really did fancy Sandra but he was shy, so I said I’d ask her to come and join us for a coffee in our lunchtime. She agreed.

So there’s the three of us. The man who fancies the girl says nothing. And there’s me firing all these questions at her about where she lives. Turns out she knows The Fox at Wetherby where we used to go and I say “I’ll see you tonight, 7.30”

Don’t ask me why. Just came out. Sure enough, she turned up and we had a great night together. You know when you have a certain rapport.

Our first date, my wife to be says “I can’t ask you back because we don’t have any electricity”. I said “alright” but thought it was a line. She was very forthright and says “No, come with me, follow me – I can tell you don’t believe me”.

I follow her back to where she lives. She’s living in the middle of a field, in this bungalow with her mother.

It’s up a long drive and pitch black. You really can not see anything. Ever since I was a child I’ve been scared of the dark, so I wasn’t happy.

She unlocks the door and there’s this massive dog. Then I hear tap tap tap tap. It’s her mother coming into the room. Sandra introduces me as a colleague from work, her mother says hello and then tap tap tap tap goes away again. All in total darkness. But if I made any approach to Sandra, any at all, the dog would begin to growl.

Within three months we decided to get married.

Precis

The beauty of being in a company of older performers is the kaleidoscopic range of real-life experiences that they bring to the table. These experiences cover everything from the vivid and strange world of childhood, to the unexpected late awakenings of old age. Take our newest batch of anecdotes, for example. These new stories are delightfully diverse: from the earthly, sensual joy of baking bread, to the cosmic dreams of outer space; from an unnerving encounter with a poltergeist, to the risqué glories of adult pleasure products and burlesque. Running as a rich theme throughout, is the possibility of love, and the simple wonder of human connection. As one writer tells us, in her story of funeral rites and flirting, “Amidst death, life goes on”, and indeed it does, delightfully so.

Edited by Barney Bardsley