Girl Number One

I pull into the cul-de-sac and it's one of those streets where the planners have obviously taken great enjoyment out of creating an extremely confusing numbering system.
To add to the problem it's all narrow alleyways leading to stairways and arches and late at night dark and intimidating.
I give a wee toot and turn the car round and wait .......... and wait.
Looks like a no show (or a blooser as it's known) so I start to head off.
As I'm reaching the exit a wee lassie bounds down a flight of stairs so I inch towards her assuming she's the fair.
I wind down the window and lean out as she approaches.
"Looking for business mate?" she trills.
"Er no number 28 actually" I reply , a tad naivelly.
"Ok see ya" and she skips off down the street.
I'm not usually so slow on the uptake but this kid caught me right off guard compounded by the fact she looked liked your neice or wee sister but was actually a working girl.
Told this one back at the garage and all the wisecracks came out, like "Did you get a price list"and "Remember and get a receipt for the tax man".
Still, felt bit saddened by the incident.