Buffing my Helmet

Everyone needs protection at some stage in their lives and I decided that this year is no exception.

I walk into the shop, specifically looking for the thing to slip over my head, that protection that may one day save my life.

Haha, just my luck, I am instantly approached by a pretty girl assistant.

She asks me if I know my size. I do. I know it exactly, it's quite big, though I dare not boast for the sake of modesty and the undue attention it may afford me. I tell her. She laughs and says she can't do the exact size but would a large one fit over it? I shrug, sheepishly, she shows me a selection from her range of large ones. OMG - They seem to come in all sorts of shapes & colours these days, some of them even have strange protruberencies - I shudder to think what they're for!!!

Ah, a nice simple one, functional, safe, strong. I pick a colour I like and squeeze it over my head. Perfect.

I offer to take that particular one lest anyone else touches it; really, they don't know where I've been. But the girl gets a new box out and places it on the counter in full view of all the other customers. She offers to buff my helmet and fit the anti-fogging device but I kindly decline, pay and walk away knowing I have great protection to put on when I go out adventuring again.



I tell BBFK the whole story. Her Response?

"I'll buff her chin with my fist!"

LMFAO. Feisty!!! *growl*