Life for Lola

I have a habit of listening to snippets of other people's conversations and picking up the wrong end of the stick.
I just walked out of Tesco and took my normal route back to work which involves going passed a bus stop. On most occasions there are a number of pensioners there who have spent the best part of their pensions on pick and mix, stout and those horrid rotisserie cooked chickens which sweat in their plastic bags.
Today didn't disappoint. There were three old gents waiting for the bus, one man stood in the middle, both hands in pockets thrusting himself out as though he were about to deliver a speech of epic proportions. He gazed whistfully and said "I'd like to get my hands on Jim's wife at some point" Well, you can just imagine what ran through my mind.
Was this an admission of some long held sexual attraction which might one day soon come to fruition or was Jim's wife about to be phoned up and invited for a rubber of bridge? I will never know.