Dicky Ticker

On a romantic break at the I.O.W. we were standing at the entrance to the cabaret room,my wife in front and me behind deciding whether to go in or stay in the bar.
If we are going in we will need another couple of drinks so I trot of to the bar leaving my wife standing there. On my way back she is profusely apologising to a man whose wife has tears running down her face.
Aparently she thought I was still behind her and had given me a gentle squeeze on the nuts.The poor guy had shot about 3ft in the air being groped by this strange woman.
She doesn't do it any more.