Sweetcorn
I had this bird in the back of me cab yesterday.
I picked her up at City airport, and she was looking all golden and glowy, so I asked her, “Been on your ‘ols, ‘ave you?”
Turns out she’d been travelling all over Asia for the past month.
“All right for some,” says I.
And she tells me she’s got a touch of Delhi Belly, and that she passed a load of sweetcorn this morning.
And then she says, “and I’ve not even eaten any sweetcorn for at least a fortnight”.
What’s with that, eh?
And what was she thinking telling some random cabbie about her personal private functions?
Not that I’m easily squicked or nothing.
But people today do have a mighty weird idea of what makes for small talk!
I picked her up at City airport, and she was looking all golden and glowy, so I asked her, “Been on your ‘ols, ‘ave you?”
Turns out she’d been travelling all over Asia for the past month.
“All right for some,” says I.
And she tells me she’s got a touch of Delhi Belly, and that she passed a load of sweetcorn this morning.
And then she says, “and I’ve not even eaten any sweetcorn for at least a fortnight”.
What’s with that, eh?
And what was she thinking telling some random cabbie about her personal private functions?
Not that I’m easily squicked or nothing.
But people today do have a mighty weird idea of what makes for small talk!