We had had the most magic summer day, exploring the Kent coastline by car, and Mr. Dot wanted to check out the town of Canterbury. We had been talking about the story of Canterbury Tales, and he was thinking of doing a kind of art piece/installation on it - recreating the route.
When we got to our car, we saw Karen with her friend, trying to figure out the parking meter. We offered her our ticket and I asked where she got her dress. XXXXX, she said, (a major chain). In fact, she works for the chain & they were going to a party for it and I said well tell your manager, I could mention if there's a sale or something on my blog. 'Well there IS a sale!' said she. 'There you go!' said I. I gave her my card & suggested she get in touch, it would impress her boss. I never screw up the light with my Pentax Spotmatic, but these shots came out ghostly, which is fitting, as I never did hear from her again, and now I can't recall the chain's name, which is a shame. Perhaps I dreamt the whole story.
On the way home, we got stuck in tremendous traffic - turns out it was the night Madonna was @ 02 and everything was going crazy round there - so (we realised in hindsight) we ended up taking the old Canterbury Tales route home, after all. In reverse. And it probably took just as long for us as it did, then.