On the train today, a big bellied man was pulling out filthy lint from his belly button with his finger!
He was on an almost empty carriage and my carriage stopped exactly beside it. So he was just sitting there across my window with his unbuttoned shirt digging deep into his belly button.
He mustn’t have realised anyone was watching that close. It’s a good thing for you that I wasn’t quick enough to take a photo. But the image is stuck there in my head. No dinner for me tonight.
Hardly the thing you want to see on your birthday morning either
Have a good one, mate!