Sighting

You were the beautiful blonde lady with your mother, stood behind me in the queue for drinks and ice cream at Gorey Peer on Thursday the 3rd of September. I was the tall guy with the sunburnt nose and glasses. Later, you held the entire bus up for me at the St Helier station so I could get out of my seat and I only said thank you because I’m an idiot. I saw you twice again at the airport on the Saturday but I was busy with tickets and later the duty free. I was going to come find you afterwards but regretfully the flight boarded early. I wish I’d delayed the flight and got your name.

Maybe an Ice cream and the proper amount of gratitude.