Clean freak on the train.
On the way into Waterloo last week I was sat down, the train was full, and people were standing. I was disturbed from my morning reverie by the crinkling sound of paper. What moron is doing this so very close to my left ear, I wondered?

I realised that the woman stood next to me, who had hold of the grip attached to my seat, had decided I was one of the world's unclean, and was therefore gripping using a piece of paper to avoid touching whatever bacterial or viral filth she so obviously perceived about my person.

This worried me a little - I mean, I'd showered and only stuck a bit of gel on the barnet so as not to look like the third Chuckle Brother. Some of you have met me. Just how filthy do I look?
(BrianHequator was stretching owls, on, or around, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 10:15, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Surely you mean
Just how filthy do I look to you?
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 10:19, Reply)

Maybe she was one of those people with a phobia of pathogens.

(888777555, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 10:22, Reply)

Good morning, Rainier.

( Kroney, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 10:24, Reply)