I think I was taking things a bit far this weekend. While out for a random shopping trip in town I was accosted (ok, gently asked) by a young lady dressed all in green and wearing whiteout on her face if I would like some of her ‘own space’ (while holding out a small cardboard box with ‘Own Space’ crudely printed on it). Being a well-trained eye-contact avoider I mumbled something about already having some.
Sigh. Similarly, I did not pick up the folded over piece of paper on the tube stairs in Monument with the big question mark hand-drawn on the outside. Although I wanted to.
And, no, I don’t have any spare change for your skinny latte either.
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