* a book and cover type misalignment

...
So I got on the bus to go into town yesterday and as it was a single decker it was already fairly busy (even at quarter past 9 on a Saturday morning), so I ended up going right up to the back to be able to get a seat.

As I sit down I become aware that across the aisle are a couple of ned-like individuals... all shellsuits and nasal and hungover and heavily gelled cropped hair plastered to their heads and acne and big ears, and they're already deep in conversation.
[was 'Acne' the 8th dwarf who didn't make it into the final cut of the Snow White story for reasons of ickyness?]

As I come into hearing range and my brain automatically starts to translate the tone and lingo and pace and articulation, I realise what I've just heard...

One of them had made a comment which involved their mate, and picking up a stripper.

* ew *

I know that young men often regale each other with tales of conquests both genuine and exaggerated...

... but * ew *

This is a bus full of families and old ladies...!

This is no place to celebrate the coupling of a greasy sub-educated yet clearly overpaid waste of oxygen with a female who can only be of loose morals and little standards, if that was her customer or her partner of choice...

Oh, just * ew *

And then I realise...
... they're talking about DIY.

Their mate was actually involved in the collection of a device of the steam-based-wallpaper-removing variety.

... oops...

Apologies, boys.
It might say more about me than you that my immediate reaction to your comment was the worst and naughtiest one.

Then again...
You go with what you know - and I've travelled that bus route often enough to know that given some of the parts of town that it travels through, more often than not my first interpretation of the comments would be the right one...

* ew *

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