Man entered
crowded carriage at Alphington, talking on his wire. “Yeah the fucking
Jehovah’s Witnesses fucking left their fucking information everywhere. Rights? I
told them fuck off, pedophiles!” Despite his language he shouted, “I’m over it!”
Then, replying to his phone-friend, “I spat in her face.” So I used the
defuser, “You’re not at home now,” within earshot of everyone. To his phone-friend:
“Oh just some old man who’s going to die soon.” I timed my repeat: “You’re not at home now.” Man rang off, moved
down, glared. I announced that (currently, August 2017) I expect to live to
103.
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