Excuses, excuses, excuses. Sorry men, you shoot the wrong target, you get a Fonz. Simple as that. Reminds me of a time in a restaurant, I returned from the gents and sat down at the table. I stared longingly into the eyes of the beautiful vision of a lady sitting opposite and asked if we should order red or white wine.
It was then that I realised that I'd sat at the wrong table and my irate companion was sitting 2 tables to the left.
Believe me, I tried to blame the pattern on the carpet; a trick of the light causing an optical illusion; even suggesting that the waiters had moved the tables.
There was no excuse, it was a simple mistake - a simple but costly mistake! Just thank your lucky stars; all you lose is a few points and a bit of pride. That meal cost me a fortune and I didn't even get invited in for coffee!
Have a Fonz!
