Like a Boss
I’m a student, and I was on a long journey on the London underground, from the bottom of the Northern line to the top about a year ago. I packed some quality reading: World War Hulk, comics at their best. After 30 minutes or so, a proper rich toff steps aboard. He had what I could only assume was a nice tailored suit, shiny shoes, impeccable hair, even a pocket watch. Dude had style but had a prude air around him.
Anyhow, he sits next to me and I just hunker down and keep reading my stories. After a stop or two, he looks down at the comic and then to me.
“Aren’t you a bit old to be reading comic books?” He sneered, literally peering down his nose at me. After a momentary pause, I responded, “Aren’t you a bit rich to be on the tube?” And to my delight, a small Chinese woman opposite me burst out into laughter and he promptly got off at the next station. Not much, but it made me feel like a boss.
Story credit: Reddit / thefungineer