Broadsheet on the Bus

Reading a broadsheet on the bus; a sure sign of self-importance

So you sit there, with your pointy elbows at ribcage height, crinkling and fussing and flicking. You’d be the very first one to harumpf about the gormless guy with no chin listening to his headphones too loud, or the gaggle of silly girls playing with their ring-tones, without seeing your own anti-social behaviour is just as annoying.

And then you skip past Dilbert! What is wrong with you?!

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