Years ago I was sat on a crowded bus & the old man behind me thought this was the perfect time to clip his fingernails. Bits of his old man yellow fingernails were hitting the back of my neck and generally showering me with bits of disgusting old man fingernail that rickashayed (sp?) around me. Some landing and sticking to the seat in front of me (when the seats used to be covered in that green material). Dangling there.
I was at an age where I wouldn't turn around and roar at him as I would if that were to happen today.
This has been a Retro Complaint.
you can take some solace out of the fact that hes probably dead now