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Now, I don't so much mind two guys having a rambling conversation about Man U at the desk next to mine. Other people's inane chatter is part of working in an office environment. I'm a grown up about this.
However, if one of the guys has recently coated his entire body in a revolting proprietary body spray (probably Lynx) before appearing nearby, to the extent that my eyes start watering and my nose running - I'm not kidding, I must look like the histamine reactive equivalent of David Bowie ageing 200 years in the doctor's waiting room in The Hunger right now - then, then I reserve the right to become annoyed.
At the Nuts-reading little twits. |
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