I spent the day freelancing out at the boon docks today. There's a man who works there who is like the penultimate dag. Whenever he comes into a room, everyone ducks their heads and pretends to be working really hard, because once he starts talking, he simply will not leave. He is a nice enough man, a harmless nerdy type with a big dash of boring thrown in. Not an ounce of malice in him that I've been able to detect. He is about 5'8", average build in a soft way, neither attractive nor overly unattractive, basic wire rimmed glasses and hair tied back in a long lank pony tail. He is the sort of person who will very seriously take on the project of transferring all the rules of his dungeon and dragon games onto computer and then laminated cards to help with the flow of the game. He knows Hitchhikers Guide inside out and back to front. I quite possibly see a good deal of myself in his daginess.

Today he came in and picked up one of the reflective vests that was on a desk. The orange mesh type with fluero yellow on it, that warehouse workers and council workers wear to stop themselves being run over. He picks it up and looks at it, casually saying "I wonder if we stock these". "I suppose you would," I say. "Hmmmm I'll have to check," he says. "I want one for personal use".

What?????? I had a sudden flashed image of him dressed just in his vest and cowboy boots, going crazy on one of those mechanical bulls, disco lights and all. It was a very scary moment. I am a sick sick woman.

But still... I wonder what he would be using it for??