I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS
I don’t travel on buses very often but last week I was pleased the tube line was closed, forcing me to take the bus. The man and woman behind me were chatting about all sorts of things, none of it very interesting until they got onto newly purchased properties.
“We’ve got squirrels in our bathroom,” the man said. “Don’t think they were included in the purchase price.”
The woman laughed. “And they’re not as nice as they look, you know. They’re just rats with good PR.”
The man nodded as the woman continued. “I once went into our bathroom and the floor was covered with dead wasps.”
The man tutted. “I hate it when that happens,” he said.