Er, whuhoppen?

[caddyman]

I think I may have committed an inadvertent faux pas on the way home.

I was wandering along lost in my own thoughts toward Victoria underground and vaguely heard someone grumble behind me. A moment or two later a rather tall and unkempt bloke in a long leather coat wandered past and sort of tsked in my direction.

I smiled back. He might have been referring to someone or something else, after all. I really don't know.

I have no idea if I did anything, or if I did, I don't know what it was.

I have tapped the glass on the Give-A-Sod-O-Meter a couple of times and it barely moved. I think it's broken.

Comments

[tadeous.livejournal.com]

Did you perhaps have an ammusing sign pinned to the back of your coat?

[sack-boy.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you trod in a puddle and splished the person behind? It has been somewhat damp recently.

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

It reminds me of a scene from a Marx Bros film. It's been many years since I saw it so I may have one or two details wrong, but Groucho is walking down a hotel hallway past a woman who abruptly slaps him hard across the face. As he stands there reeling, she furiously tells him, "How dare you look like someone I hate."

He probably just got out of bed the wrong side, Bry.

[magpye.livejournal.com]

my give-a-sod-o-meter broke years ago, so I threw it out in favour of two pockets full of bovvered (Currently empty) and a cute furry little flying f*ck... Which I wont give you, no matter how you ask!