It fell out of my bag and went skidding across the floor in the middle of the speeches.
There was an audible gasp - I'm not joking
"What is THAT?" people were whispering. "Is that a..?"
"No!" I hissed to the table of sniggering wedding guests. "It's a hair straightener. A cordless one."
Everyone had a few dozen drinks on board at that stage.
Advertised
"Haha no one believes you" laughed a guy at my table. An old friend and a major smartarse.
"It's a drizzly day and I was afraid of frizz," I whispered to the girl beside me. She patted my hand sympathetically.
I had to spend the rest of the wedding straightening the curly hair of random guys to prove that that was indeed the function of the black object. Oh everyone had a great old laugh
But listen now and listen good. Never ever transport a cordless straightener in a clutch bag with a dodgy snap fastening. Or you'll be so sorry
