There's a chap I see most mornings who comes out of his house and crosses the road, walks on for about 200 yards, crosses back and goes into the station. I've often wondered why he crosses the road in the first place given that he lives on the same side as the station and there is a path on his side, which I believe to be safe and flat under foot.
I've not yet thought of any likely reasons for this strange behaviour. Some sort of allergy or temporary madness maybe.
How rude would it be for me to ask him?
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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