Dear lady who brushes her teeth and tongue so vigorously at 530 in the morning that she starts to dry heave and subsequently wakes the other five people sleeping,
Did you have a very animated conversation with yourself in the bathroom just now? What was it about? Also, what could you possibly have packed so deeply buried in your bag and so completely wrapped in plastic that it took you twenty five minutes of rustling to get it out in the middle of the night?
Kindly,
Woman in bunk four
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