Drycleaner blues be gone

Wistfully inspecting my winter coat, checking all stains acquired this winter had vanished (including cum stains from fabulous unexpected sex with Muppet who've I recently had to get rid of for sanity's sake) I noted sadly that yes my new drycleaner had done a superb job. She'd also sewn on buttons (again torn off by Muppet in another moment of carnal bliss) buttons I'd just not been able to bring myself to sew on - pathetically sentimental I know.

Feeling somewhat blue for what had now left my life (cum stains and no buttons) I was ferreting in my bag for cash, dithering about and taking up valuable counter space and time. Lost in the cum and button moment I'd not realised someone behind me was in a hurry - not realised until I heard a polite but urgent

"hhhmm..umm...sorry... do you mind if I cut in... it's just...arrh...can I just pay....uumm....errr....sorry....aaarhh...I'm in a bit of hurry". Looking around my face brightened - before me stood a v cute, disheveled Brit doing a impatient hybrid hop from one foot to another. Hybrid, lopsided hop due to crutch under one arm supporting a good leg and one slightly not so.

"Oh dear...what happened...are you OK?". Suddenly I was big doleful caring eyes. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry I gushed....truly...please pay".

"No I'm sorry it's just..." he tried to explain without really explaining...bloody hell he was really cute - the kind of cute which immediately cleared my head of Muppet-longing and filled it with sexier than Colin Farrell longing.

"No, no I'm sorry... checking for"...I really was gushing..

"Yes, no I realise you've got to make sure they got everything out" he continued (little does he know). Anyway you get the picture. Following a tad more hopping and apologising from him and a lot more gushing and apologising from me he eventually shot out of the door - lopsided of course the tinkle of the doorbell his final farewell.

Spinning back to the drycleaner, I was immediately all over it....."Who is he? Does he live around here? Is he married or have a girlfriend? My God he was cute. Is he nice? Do you know him? The drycleaner a delightful Asian woman (of course) was delighted in my delight and told me his name - John and he lives around the corner and yes he is a regular customer and no she didn't think he had a girlfriend.

Spurred on by the unexpected turn to an otherwise grisly day she pulled down the calendar and started pouring over it with the gusto of a military operation. She calculated dates and times, jotted down on my receipt. Previous times' of day he popped in were noted. What he actually had drycleaned discussed - shirts (my guess is he's a trader). John also apparently plays a lot of squash, watches a lot of sport, is a very nice guy and definitely doesn't have a girlfriend....well at least not one who collects/drops off his shirts. My new matchmaker was beaming...promising to give him my name and number next time he came in..hurry up John, I've got my spring-time Mac to stain.