A moral quandry
I’m on the train on the way up to London and the tea trolley lady is coming up the aisle. She starts serving someone on the other side of the train, and I cough, genuinely, which she clearly takes as a ’serve me’ cough. Suddenly I’m caught in the bind of wanting a tea but not wanting her to think I’m the kind of person that coughs politely to attract the attention of The Little People. I went with the tea, and lived with my shame (having the mac on the table did not aid my credibility there methinks).
October 2nd, 2008 at 6:23 pm
You should have whistled and asked for more change!
November 2nd, 2008 at 2:51 pm
Smack them firmly on the buttocks with an open hand and a broad smile. Women respect that and there’s nothing that says ‘job well done’ like a firm pat on the behind.