As the train approached Haywards Heath there was a crowd of business men on the platform, heads-down in their papers.
"God!" I thought. "I don't want any of these sat next to me"
So, I put on my cunt face. It looks like i'm sucking lemon juice through a straw.
They pile on... looking down at me as if i'm an underachiever. One guy sticks his bag on the seat next to me, unzips his North Face coat, unzips his bag, takes a file out, rustles papers, fiddles with something, zips up his coat, zips up his bag (getting annoyed now)... then walks off.
My cunt face worked! Although i'm a bit offended.
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