It’s funny, every time someone sneezes in America at least 4 people say “bless you”.
Back in England you could be laying on the floor clutching your chest, coughing up blood and all you would get is some eye rolling and probably some tutting.
Some people have an inability to eat quietly.
I’m not an eating Hitler, but when you can hear the man open mouth chewing his apple from 3 seats away on a moving train…it does make you want to shove the fruit up his arse.
Or down the throat of the fat bloke who just won’t stop coughing loudly and with big heavy wheezes.
I’m loving my snooze on this train this morning, I really am.
The suit next to me on the train who is reading the Financial Times and smells suspiciously like alcohol and cigars (which makes me thankful I’m not hungover) keeps having phlemmy coughing fits into his fist.
He’s proper loud. I’m starting to get ‘oh dude, I’m glad I’m not you, we all feel your pain’ looks from the other passengers!
Hello Tuesday; you’re going to be a bit of a bastard today aren’t you?
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