One morning we were walking past our local sailing club when I happened to espy a gentleman with a fancy, elongated camera. While I fully realised that he was presumably there to photograph scenes from a regatta that was soon to begin, I decided to see if he possessed a sense of humour.
I, therefore, with my arms outstretched, pronounced, “I’ve arrived! Snap away!”
Although he didn’t see any humour in what I’d exclaimed, the gentleman standing next to him did.
Tiki was once given a lengthy, carved and lacquered stick with a stout cord attached at its thicker end and a cap of rubber at the other. I carry it on our walks, in the hope of being able fend off any dog that might attack our greatly adoured canine.
As we were passing an elderly gentleman, who was clearly struggling to make forward progress, even with the assistance of his walking stick, I called out to him, “My stick’s longer than yours!”, as I held it up for him to observe.
Fortunately, he wasn’t offended by my double entendre and laughed heartily.