A little elderly lady was wandering through a town in which she was a stranger.
In her wanderings she became lost.
She decided to ask for directions and thought it best to get it from a local householder.
She knocked at the door of a house that was painted red.
The door was answered by a small man dressed in a red dressing gown red slippers, red beanie, and red gloves.
She enquired about how to find the nearest taxi, and was given explicit instructions on how to get there.
She thanked the red garbed gentleman and turned to go, as she did so he whipped open the dressing gown and "flashed" her.
In horror and disgust she turned and dashed across the road unfortunately she was hit by an oncoming semi and was killed.
The moral to this story is:
Never cross the road when the little red man is flashing.
A little elderly lady was wandering through a town in which she was a stranger.
In her wanderings she became lost.
She decided to ask for directions and thought it best to get it from a local householder.
She knocked at the door of a house that was painted red.
The door was answered by a small man dressed in a red dressing gown red slippers, red beanie, and red gloves.
She enquired about how to find the nearest taxi, and was given explicit instructions on how to get there.
She thanked the red garbed gentleman and turned to go, as she did so he whipped open the dressing gown and "flashed" her.
In horror and disgust she turned and dashed across the road unfortunately she was hit by an oncoming semi and was killed.
The moral to this story is:
Never cross the road when the little red man is flashing.