Sadly neither of these recent verbal exchanges works quite so well in writing. Work with me on this one.
A nice young man waiting on tables at a wedding recently handed me my chocolate mousse and said, “You’re sweet, madam.” At least, I think that’s what he said.
It was a lot nicer than a couple of days before when I’d been stood for ages at the Post Office counter while the rather nice young man serving there sorted out a problem he was having with the till. Eventually he served me. Then, as he sold me a bar of Galaxy which was on special offer (Yes, I know, strange post office – I’d gone in for stamps!) he said, “I am so so sorry about your excessive weight”.
At least, I think that’s what he said.