Thursday, 24 August 2017

Spat (August)



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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