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   From: nilita2004NOSPAM@yahoo.com   
      
   HardySpicer wrote:   
   > On Sep 24, 1:25 pm, Glenallan  wrote:   
   >> The Phantom Piper wrote:   
   >>> On Sep 23, 3:53 pm, "Noah's Dove"  wrote:   
   >>>> WHAT ARE GHOSTS, AND OTHER INVISIBLE SPIRITS??   
   >>   
   >>> "About To Be Pissed Off" I should think...   
   >>   
   >>>> In conclusion:   
   >>   
   >>>> Ghosts are real but just because something is real   
   >>>> does not make them real good!   
   >>   
   >>> */>|:~[ Sod off, you eejit!   
   >>> (What Do You Know: I Was Right!),   
   >>   
   >>> The Phantom Piper   
   >>   
   >> Tea for Two   
   >>   
   >> It was a pleasant day, and Bill Henderson felt himself   
   >> released from the toil of working life as he stepped off the   
   >> bus at the beautiful little town of Bridge of Allan. He began   
   >> to think that its surrounding area was a beatiful but   
   >> forgotten backwater on the tourist trail.   
   >>   
   >> Bill had some business in the town with his solicitor friend,   
   >> Archie Cameron at his Main Street office. He glanced   
   >> at his watch and it dawned on him, in his forgetfulness   
   >> he was actually an hour and a bit too early for his   
   >> appointment.   
   >>   
   >> Still, he reasoned, this was a heaven-sent opportunity   
   >> to view the town in the 9 o'clockish morning sunshine.   
   >> Soon, he had walked the length of Henderson Street,   
   >> taking his time, towards the little railway station,   
   >> peering into shop windows as he went   
   >>   
   >> With time on his hands, he hung about for while watching   
   >> two young back-packers and an old lady board a two carriaged   
   >> little train bound for Edinburgh. He wondered for a   
   >> second or two whether to take the short journey with them.   
   >>   
   >> As it happened the old lady was being seen off by   
   >> a second old lady who had a tiny dog. It is one of life's   
   >> mysteries, he mused that if there is an old lady with a   
   >> dog around, she will want to speak to him. And so she did.   
   >> They struck up a conversation about dogs and soon they were   
   >> making their way back to the little town's main street .   
   >> The old lady informed him that she had come to live in   
   >> Bridge of Allan in 1965 and was really from Glasgow,   
   >> like him.   
   >>   
   >> In the warm sunshine he began to think that this was   
   >> one of the most pleasant little encounters he could   
   >> ever have. By this time he decided that it would hardly   
   >> matter if he was half-an-hour late for his appointment   
   >> and invited the old lady for a cup of tea in a small   
   >> cafe in the main street. She seemed delighted   
   >> at his offer and sat down.   
   >>   
   >> Bill approached the waitress at the counter and   
   >> ordered a two-cup pot of tea and some scones. He asked   
   >> her if she would take the lady's coat .   
   >> She replied, "What lady, Sir?"   
   >> He turned round and felt a cool draught.   
   >>   
   >> “Oh, you've been talking' to Mrs Brown. She was killed   
   >> in the train crash at Polmont last year. We just don't   
   >> have the heart to tell her."   
   >> "It was the wee dog that sniffed you out.", she smiled.   
   >> “Did she stop you getting on the train.?”   
   >>   
   >> He was puzzled and left soon after to   
   >> meet with Archie in the Main Street.   
   >> "Hello Bill, come in. Sit down man.   
   >> You look as though you've seen a ghost".   
   >>   
   >> "Aye, Right Archie.”   
   >>   
   >> G   
   >> --   
   >   
   > Cue Twilight zone music...   
      
   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzlG28B-R8Y   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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