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Last night I was at the Virgin Megastore, waiting in line to buy some new releases on CD, when an older Italian or Latin bloke in his early 50s walked by me with a very tall and leggy blonde wearing a short miniskirt who was in her 30s.

Of course, the first thoughts in my head were:
1. Escort service.
2. Golddigger.
3. Trophy girlfriend/wife.

Said bloke was so caught up in her being affectionate towards him that they kept the cashier waiting for his signature on the credit card receipt for almost a minute.

I should’ve gotten a phonecam pic, but I was too thrown off by the bizarre pairing to snap a photo! :(