I was on the train minding my business.
“Tickets please!’ Called the Conductor.
I showed him mine and said:
“I used to hate facial hair… but then it grew on me!” And I rubbed my beard.
The Conductor glared at me.
“What?”
“Just thought I’d brighten your day—“
“Brighten my day? That was rubbish. I’m going to charge you extra for travelling on this train.”
How harsh was he? I thought I’d told a funny little joke. He clearly didn’t.
“Er, why?”
“I don’t take kindly to crap jokes and nor does this train service.”
“That’s not fare,” I said.