One year we were staying in a cottage in Derbyshire. My wife wanted to visit the Portmeirion factory in Stoke, to get white 'seconds' as she liked the shape but not the pattern of their china.
We were in the seconds shop and the girl on the till was an absolute stunner, supermodel looks with a shape to match - so good looking I didn't get a bollocking for ogling, as it would have been rude, not to.
Then she spoke and my dreams were shattered, it was appalling. Fantasies would have been limited to oral and ball-gags.