maximus otter
Recovering policeman
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- Aug 9, 2001
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...I often started whistling when trying to walk through the customers...
One of the (many) things that really crinkle my sphincter is old men who whistle in shops. Outside in the street? Dead silent. One ulcerated foot over the threshold and they start a reedy, tuneless whistling.
It’s as though they feel a need to restate and emphasise the fact of their existence lest they blink out of existence like soap bubbles.
STFU, crumblies!
maximus otter