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I've remember something I truly truly hate.
Walking up the stairs in a tube station, to find that infront of you, is walking a behemoth of a man(or woman ew) who's buttocks move like some hellish weather system, wafting an acrid smell down the stairs, obviously there because they're too large to clean themselves sufficiently. And theres always that frightful notion that they might suddenly have a cholestrol induced heart attack, collapse, and all fall on your down the stairs.
It could happen.
Luckily, there aren't actually very many supersized people where I work, and my commute. Most successful business people seem to give more of a shit on their appearance, partially as its pretty important they fit in public transport.
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