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In fact, I have an odd happy which is probably going to make me sound like a right tit.
What I expect to happen when I press the "Open Door" button on a train at the station I want to get off at is, well, the door to open.
What I do not expect, upon pressing said button, is for the panel above it to spring open, swing down on it's hinges, and pang! me on the head. Quite painfully.
However, it's a happy because
A) There doesn't seem to be a bump, bruise or any pain apart from a vague headache
B) The railway company have apologised
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C) I can see it from a third person perspective, somehow, and it must have looked really, really funny, especially at that time of the morning.
I'm resisting the urge to call claims direct. Or Rakin and Ponsoff.
Now, as long as I don't leave my family, shack up with two other wasters and start taking Substance D, I think I'm going to be ok. |
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