what can make a group of coherent twenty something men instantly dissolve into a blob of simpering school boys?
a pair of lovely, pretty, police girls... thats what.
they strolled into the garage tonight, bought kit kats and cheese and bacon turnovers and left us practically giggling and hopping around through the ailes behind them....they could have led us over cliffs if we didn't have to stay and bake off more turnovers.
we were all charmed, and the last hour of the shift went a little quicker for everybody involved.
sad, sad times.