Dummy run

We all have our phobias.

Mine is dummies. I have a feeling they are going to look at me, or move or wink. When I was a student I worked in a kilt shop in the Royal Mile and I used to be petrified of having to go down to the stock room to search for a particular tartan in a particular size on the rails, mainly because when you swooshed the kilts along the rail, there was a high likelihood of a dummy appearing from behind the kilts, just standing there, looking at me.

On another occasion when I was a child we stopped at a service station up north to go to the toilet. The light wasn't working and the garage owners also thought it would be funny to have a dummy in the corner with its back to the customers as if it was having a wee. I've never been in and out of a pitch black toilet with a dummy in the corner so quickly.

So, imagine my shock when I strolled into a side street today to be greeted by a load of orphan dummies, begging to be let out of the boot.

Very creepy.