You know the type, it's always a bloke that puts his feet under the table but into "your space". I got one this morning though, just put both my trainers on top of his shiny shoes for the whole journey. He didn't move them. I won, because I was at a farm museum with the kids at the weekend and have cow **** on my shoes. Good luck in the meeting cow **** shoe man. You shouldn't have bothered polishing them last night.
I thought this was gonny be a ripping yarn about sleepy ****ing into sumbdy's shoes on the train. Disappointed.
