Walked into a door. Later, another shiner More doors *nods* One does not simply walk into more doors.
A door.
Me: *opens door* *pushes 16 outside* *locks door*
British... a paedestrian... *grabs coat, shuffles out of room in silent shame*
A condescending con descending.
Nothing, he's been told twice already. (And be cool, if you get the reference keep quiet and let em wonder.)
Me: My girlfriend gave it to me. Him: I thought your girlfriend was out of town. Me: I did too...
ME: *nodding and sniffing myself* Mashed potatoes with gravy.