OFT leant back in the airport lift onto a repulsive, decaying banana skin squished between the lift button panel and the handrail on way up to T3 departures.
I secretly revelled at his consternation- was thrilled by his discomfort and sniggered under my fringe. Stupid old, mannish beige shirt anyway. Delightful to see him recoil from the fruit and jump, flapping hands in horror and plucking at the fabric . Serves you right. Creep.
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