I wake up from a very uncomfortable effort to sleep on a bench at the station.
(What is it exactly? am I looking like a joker, or a pig? I ain't that funny!! Let me try me suave british charms to impress the chicks)(Opens his laptop, starts playing obscure 60s music and starts writing something very fast, sometimes looking into oblivion to catch the missing words)
(WTF!!)(More urbane, more british, more charm, charm, charm)
What's your problem, don't you know how to behave in a public place? I can hear what you'r saying and I won't tolerate it for a second now.
I am sorry
No you are not!
Appearing as a mad stuffed monkey, I left the place. After all thankfully I wasn't the one they were laughing at or sadly I wasn't even under their consideration to be laughed at.
(All of this would had been true if I had a laptop then, in reality I read a book and killed my time)