Disobey at your own Risk

Conversation overheard on the bus in London:

A short, stout African woman, with very dark skin and dressed in purple and orange talks on the phone. She doesn't lower her voice to suit her surroundings, but instead addresses her threats to both the unfortunate person on the phone as well as anyone unlucky enough to catch her eye.

AFRICAN WOMAN:
You go out an' you buy for me the chocolate and the flower - I wan' roses and tulips and the 'oneybirds - all these, everythin' in the flower. You got 'alf a day to get on it. You do it or I'll clap you roun' your fuckin' 'ead.

An' I wan' champagne, the real kind, not dem copies, the real stuff. You got 'alf a day - you spen' your money 'cause you ain't gonna spen' it when you're dead an' you ain't gonna give it to chari'y! I be thinkin' 'bout that champagne and dem flower all day - you don't get 'em for me, I gonna drop you like a piece o' shit. Thass right, I clap you roun' your fuckin' 'ead. You better 'ave 'em by tonight or you in big trouble.


I've never found the wall of a bus so intriguing.