Currently Reading Salem Falls By Jodi Picoult see related

Yesterday, I needed a school uniform from an all boys' school.

Desperately.

Becca was initially suppose to bring her brother's and we settled that the night before, so I had a gorgeous coma of a sleep, being relieved that everything had finally fallen into place. But the next morning, a message came.

Her brother had given away all of his uniforms already.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Somebody save me.

So there I was: 7.45am in the morning, bleary-eyed and a little panicky, headed for work and playing the role of a sardine in the morning-rush crowd. (Make that  a very flat sardine.)

And every time a schoolboy would pass me, my treacherous unfocused eyes would snap to clarity and I would feel like stripping the boy of his uniform there and then.

It's not because I'm a pervert. But you've got to understand. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Yes. You had me in the top right-hand corner. The Boy in the bottom left-hand corner. Boy in white button shirt with starched colour and navy/khaki/white long pants. Me, cracking my knuckles and looking intently at the uniform on The Boy.

Resist.Resist.Resist!

Hell. Sometimes I'm psychotic, I swear.