I love how I always get a trainee serving me at the ticket office. "Where ya going again mate". *looks down at uniform* where d'ya think?! (What felt like) 8466 hours later... I got my ticket and was on the train.
All set ready to do the cunt face to repell someone sitting next to me. It isn't that I'm unfriendly... I just don't want someones morning breath burning my eyes, whilst he holds his tabloid paper wide invading my personal space.
Two stations down, (what feels like) 3658 to go. "We are now approaching..." crap this station looks busy.
Fuuuuuuuuuck!
*Positions phone at an angle the cunt next to me can't see*
I think I'd rather walk from here. Old. Garlicy-onion breath. Green fleece covered in dog hair. Eating a homemade egg mayo sandwich. A tabloid paper wider that Nicki Minaj's ass.
Next time I will make myself look really gay.
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