There was another star on the number 41 in to town again this morning. Luckily, he wasn't sitting next to me but in front of me. He had his hooded jumper on inside out which alerted me right away. The whole time he kept playing with his face; touching his ears, rubbing his neck, wiping the effluence from his rather large nose. It was enough to put you off your dinner. Where do these people come from and why don't they go back there? I know, I know. We're all God's children. But can't God teach some of them some manners?
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