On the way home on the train tonight (groan) there was a dickhead of the magnitude that I haven't witnessed since the yuppies had the brick phones. You could hear every word he was saying 2/3 of the way down the carriage. You know the type. It's funny how they say the word "I" louder than any other. I stood it as far as St Albans but, after reading the same paragraph of my Evening Standard three times because I couldn't concentrate, I lost it and strode down the carriage. I told him he was not the only passenger on the train, that he was rude and selfish. He told me I was rude interrupting his converstaion with his very important client. I replied that his very important client probably thought he was a ****wit because he spoke so loud. His very important client cut off and he couldn't raise him again despite several desperate attempts to call him back.
I got a lot of smiles and congratulations on the way back to my seat. I felt I had done my good deed for the day. One guy even gave me a tin from his four pack of lager, which I accepted gracefully, opened quietly and resisted the temptation to slurp loudly.
I got a lot of smiles and congratulations on the way back to my seat. I felt I had done my good deed for the day. One guy even gave me a tin from his four pack of lager, which I accepted gracefully, opened quietly and resisted the temptation to slurp loudly.
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