Okay, so I was changing trains at Sydney Central Train station on the morning commute. I was wearing a suit and tie, carrying a bag, and had my walkman firmly plugged into my ears. I was approached by a woman with hair pulled back in a bun so tight she was squinting, who marches up to me and demands:
"Do you work here? What's the quickest way to get to xxxxx?"
My response?
She spots someone wearing actual railway uniform and stomps off without a word.
Seriously: whiskey tango foxtrot?
"Do you work here? What's the quickest way to get to xxxxx?"
My response?
She spots someone wearing actual railway uniform and stomps off without a word.
Seriously: whiskey tango foxtrot?
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