The collective autism of the British public never ceases to amaze me.
MASSIVE queue at the train station? I’ll probably still try the machine though, no point asking another human if it’s working or not…oh it’s not working.
Obviously from my privileged position in the queue chuckling at these pricks I didn’t once offer up the sage words of wisdom ‘it’s not working’. But then again neither did anyone else. Swings & roundabouts innit?
