What? what do you think I mean?
Not what I guess you might have initially thought.....I am not that woman.
Y'see last night I was in the queue in the local store. The queue that snakes past the aisle with the toothpaste and nail varnish remover and expensive little bits and bobs that you usually wouldn't buy in a convenience store. There was only one person on the till and quite a queue, but I was in no hurry. I was idly looking at the shelf right next to me, head height. Packets of emery boards and scissors and one packet of tweezers. Only there were no tweezers in it. It was empty. Someone must have taken them.
The till bell rang for assistance and as another staff member appeared from the back room and squeezed past me (it was a narrow aisle) I had the empty packet in my hand and I was looking around for the tweezers....no..no tweezers. Now I shop in this place at least twice a week and this chap knows me, only in a 'hi how are you?' kind of way, but I like to think he knows I do not shoplift. He is not the tallest man in the world and in fact cannot reach the shelf with the aformentioned tweezers, or empty tweezer packets.
I handed the empty packet to him and said 'Hi..this is empty...someone must have taken them...' .
Initially he slowed down, took the packet and said 'thanks' and began to walk away. Then something made him stop, look up at me or rather my chin (as I said he is not tall) and say 'do you need these?, shall I find some in the storeroom for you?'. I could see him searching my face from brow to chin (possibly nose as well) but I stammered a 'no thanks' and moved up the queue.
As I said, he looked a little too long and too hard.
Listen up people. When you are 57 and you own a magnifying mirror, you do not leave the house until you have checked for those pesky 'I'm the start of your old lady beard' hairs.
Trust me on this.