More a moan than a rant. So sat on a bench, wall, corner in the sun and about to enjoy my lunch and those dirty, smelling addicts decide they want to sit next to me.
At what point are you allowed to stop being polite/biting your tongue?
Is this what Summers going to be like. Smelling the fresh air then having someones addicted bi-product belched around you? Why don't we just eat our lunch sat on a traffic island then?

