My dad (Long gone now) had sent my mum and the boys on a holiday. unfortunately while they were away he was laid of from work so he thought he would take the chance to join them. running down through Blythswood square(Dad always moved at a run)a young lady stepped from a doorway this was their conversation.
Lady "Short time?"
Dad "Naw hen Laid off"
he was two streets away before he realised what she had meant :)

I used to get awfly emberrassed as a teenager going to shows with my big brother because all the way back to the bus voices would call out of doorways "Evening postie."

there were two reasons one his first walk was to the street in Maryhill where many of the girls lived. he was offered some very strange christmas bonuses that year but when he said no they got the message.

the second reasonwas that in those days even posties with walks had to do a certain amount of nightshifts. he was coming out from a shift early hours of the morning when he heard a woman screaming in the lane. It certainly didnt sound like pleasure so he dashed into the lane and grabs the man who is beating the woman up belts him chucks him out the lane and checks the lassie was alright then goes home. to the lassies he was a rare thing a safe man one they knew they could trust who didn't want anything from them.

the third tale is my own encounter wie the lassies. a mate and i for a while took to going to the pentecostal church in Cathedral street we would meet up at the cafe on the Dundas street bridge. every night there was a lassie sitting there having a quiet cup of tea and bite to eat. we would nod and after a few weeks would pass the time of day.

one night i left the hall early outside there was a man who spoke to me. Being a Glaswegian i thought nothing wrong and answered him. the church building had two doors the one i had came out of and another a few feet away that had the gate pulled across because it was never used. i didn't realise it but as he was talking this man had manouvered me into the barred doorway. by the time i realised i looked up in fear the only other people on the street was the lassie from the cafe talking to a man. the next thing i knew was the man was pulled away from me and a voice said "Thats your bus hen." i wasnt caring wheter it was or not i ran and jumped on rushing up the back i looked out in time to see a huge fistcontact with the dirty auld mans chin.

Never judge a book by its cover there are guid fowk tae be found in the strangest claize.