Sunday, September 02, 2007


So I go out for my lunch to a nearby pub and I'm sitting there, reading the paper, minding my own business, when some oul one and her husband plonk themselves down at the next table. Repeated nose blowing by your one starts putting me off my food but thankfully the iPod is there to drown out the sound. Unfortunately there's nothing I can do about what she does next - she pulls off her shoes and flops her fat-ankled feet up on the seat next to me. I nearly gag on my food. A couple of flashed dirty looks don't do the trick. A dirty stare later and your one knows she disgusts me but the feet stay. The food doesn't get finished. I go home.
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