The Conservative Party was close to winning the campaign. In a last-minute effort, they stage the two town drunks and make them give speeches.
This was too embarrassing. I broke away and went to the nearby church hall to collect my things. A woman followed me, cornered me inside the hall, hugged and explained:
You owe me a kiss.
Before I could figure an elegant way of inquiring the kind lady’s name, she proceeded to take what she thought was hers.
I have a faint recollection that there might be some truth in her claim, but struggle with the details, as this would go over 25 years back.
At the same time that I am both unable to speak and think of her name, my wife enters the room. We break apart in time, and she says cheerfully
Your wife? Come on, won’t you introduce me?
How very embarrassing. Thankfully, the alarm rung and got me out of this tight spot in the last moment.