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as I rolled my eyes at him, I heard a SCRAAAAAAAAAP from the direction of the young woman...her slippers slid over the gravel of the parking lot and she fell - as if in slow motion - right on her ass.
next thing I heard was a persisting screech that I interpreted as laughter coming from the old fart.
I was walking down the street once with a friend and his uncle, and in front of us was a Muslim woman wearing a niqab. My friends uncle said "look, it's Batman!" and the woman turned around, and in the thickest northern english accent ever said "I'm not ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Batman, alright mate?"