George
Super Moderator
An old man is sitting on the train continuously drumming his fingers on the window.
"Excuse me," says the man sitting opposite, "that drumming is really getting on my nerves. Could you stop, please?"
"Sorry," says the old man, "it's because of something I got during the war."
Beside the old man is an even older man who keeps rubbing his thumb against his the tip of his index finger.
"I suppose you got that from the war too," says the man sitting opposite, irritably.
"Nah," says the old man, "I got it out my nose."
"Excuse me," says the man sitting opposite, "that drumming is really getting on my nerves. Could you stop, please?"
"Sorry," says the old man, "it's because of something I got during the war."
Beside the old man is an even older man who keeps rubbing his thumb against his the tip of his index finger.
"I suppose you got that from the war too," says the man sitting opposite, irritably.
"Nah," says the old man, "I got it out my nose."