Every afternoon on the way to the train station the Mx man shoves his paper out infront of me. If I don't grab it, I will run into it, so I be polite and take it.
Sometimes, I will read it depending on how tired I am.
For the past few months now, everytime I get to the Mx Vent your spleen section, there is always messages about "I saw you and your the hottest thing out" or "Girl with the pink jumper, are you single?"
PLEASE! Get over yourselves. It amuses me to think that you can stare at someone a whole trip and not have the courage to say anything to them but you can sms a newspaper and they print it to the Sydney 'train' population.
If your not going to do anything when you see the person, move on.
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