I had a conversation with a friend today about people that you encounter that are just so revolting that he/she has absolutely no redeeming features. The conversation brought to mind a previous employer of mine (actually, to be fair all three of the employers at this place of work were revolting, but this one had a particular habit of saying the most obnoxious things). One of his favourite topics of conversation (when he managed to corner us at morning tea) was to tell us stories about his very expensive and frequent trips to London with his wife. This douche used to maintain that it was impossible for him to travel in any other part of the plane than the "pointy end" (business class).
I would have endless pleasure in visualising him crammed into the the "pointy end".
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