So there I am, coming out of a pub. Walking down a quiet road on my way home.
Suited & booted because I went straight from work to the pub I stroll home. Having had a few pints I had built up a mass amount of syliva in the back of my throat.
From a distance I can see 2 nice girls walking towards me, thinking I knew one of them I wiped any beer froff from the corner of my mouth to prepare myself to speak to them, you know.. just say Hi, etc etc.
Not entirely convinced my breath smelt like I was sober I tried to clear my throat and went to spit in the bushes, only to find myself cutting it short and its has dropped onto my trouser leg. The sheer embarrassment was not funny.
Just thought I'd share it with you all as I do not dare telling staff at work