COMPLAINING

I'd like to make a complaint.

I'd like to complain about people who complain too much.

This morning on the train I had to endure one of those "Tiny Plays about Britain" as seen in the weekend Guardian:

Woman one to Woman two (both standing in train aisle):
Oh god. The train is late again. It's just DISGUSTING. I'm so sick of this I feel a STRONG LETTER coming on. RIDICULOUS. USALLY, I find that (long list of complaints about train ensues) .... happens. Disgraceful. Tsk.

Woman two: Oh yes. I knoooooooow whatchoo-meaaaaaaaaan. Just the other day I.. (more moaning about trains)

Woman one: Anywaaaaay..... When we get into work I'm going to talk to Janey about the work she's been producing. It just isn't as good as miiiiine.

Woman two: Oh I knoooooooow. She really is rubbish - and she's ALWAYS talking to John. Have you noticed? They're so funneeeeeeeeeeeee.

....Ad Nauseum.

Ladies - just shurrup will you - moaning and b*tching about colleagues (and some other train commuters) and using the words disgraceful, disgusting AND ridiculous in one sentence is simply unacceptable.

Harumph.

...I feel a STRONG letter coming on!

Julle laat my lag.