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Is there anything better than sitting next to a mate on a bus after a long day (that was part of a long week, that was part of a long month, and that looks like it's going to be part of a very long year) and whinging about having to get dressed up for work because The Client Bigwigs were coming into the office, and how my feet hurt because these nice shoes give me blisters, etc, for them to look down at your feet and say "oh, but they're worth it".
Damn right.
Damn right.