Chilternrides
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done something stupid to qualify a disagreement, prove a point etc?
I had a run in with four littering yoofs the other evening on my way home from the railway station;
They were just level with some new-ish flats at the end of my street with me walking behind them, when one of the young ladies nonchalantly lobbed her polystyrene chip carton into the little thicket adjacent to the flats.
“Excuse me, what’s wrong with the bin?” Says I.
“I didn’t see no bin.”
“There’s one there and another one just a little way up the road; how come you can carry half a pound of crap through town, and then all of a sudden when you’ve eaten it all the half-ounce of packaging is too much to carry to the next bin?”
“Oh, I AM sorry.” Replied thesarky moo young lady in question.
Not to be out done, I asked how they would like it if people came chucking rubbish around outside their house?
“We ain’t got an 'ouse." replied the droll young man.
Bastards!
Anyway, to lend credence to my complaint, I then felt I had to pretend that I lived in the flats, which entailed walking into the back of the car park and lurking there until they were out of sight!
I shudder to think what the CCTV operator made of it all, inconspicuous as I was in a bright red windproof and full lycra, 5ft 7in and bald as a coot.
Tell me I'm not alone...
I had a run in with four littering yoofs the other evening on my way home from the railway station;
They were just level with some new-ish flats at the end of my street with me walking behind them, when one of the young ladies nonchalantly lobbed her polystyrene chip carton into the little thicket adjacent to the flats.
“Excuse me, what’s wrong with the bin?” Says I.
“I didn’t see no bin.”
“There’s one there and another one just a little way up the road; how come you can carry half a pound of crap through town, and then all of a sudden when you’ve eaten it all the half-ounce of packaging is too much to carry to the next bin?”
“Oh, I AM sorry.” Replied the
Not to be out done, I asked how they would like it if people came chucking rubbish around outside their house?
“We ain’t got an 'ouse." replied the droll young man.
Bastards! Anyway, to lend credence to my complaint, I then felt I had to pretend that I lived in the flats, which entailed walking into the back of the car park and lurking there until they were out of sight!
I shudder to think what the CCTV operator made of it all, inconspicuous as I was in a bright red windproof and full lycra, 5ft 7in and bald as a coot.
Tell me I'm not alone...
