I was a binman for one day...During which time, I watched one of my colleagues get covered from head to toe in a fine spray of green baby-poo, as the crunching lorry (a technical term for the big lorry which crunches things) burst a bin bag full of nappies.
The final straw, came when a mother was trying to drag her squealing, potato-faced child to school, and to encourage him she pointed at me and shouted 'If you don't go, you'll end up like that man over there.' I went back to my rooms at Mansfield College, University of Oxford and cried.
(The final straw, came when a mother was trying to drag her squealing, potato-faced child to school, and to encourage him she pointed at me and shouted 'If you don't go, you'll end up like that man over there.' I went back to my rooms at Mansfield College, University of Oxford and cried.
Natt,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 15:05,
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seeing how the other half live were we oxbridge boy?;)
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new_matt,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 15:12,
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*sob*Welcome to the Fellowship, man. I was standing, waiting for a bus when 2 barely teenage girls who were yelling at their mother for (presumably, heard the whole thing from the apartment window) not letting them wear skimpy/dirty clothing. The mother came up to the window and said clearly "you wear THAT and you look like her. A common streetwalker, a prostitute!" I couldn't stand it. I ran back to my dorm and CRIED!
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Wed 12 Nov 2003, 22:43,
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