You know the people Im talking about. Those weird perverts-in-practice who have left their morals in their shoes, and are now attempting to burrow into your back passage by way of sticking their feet through the back of your seat. Its one thing to get comfortable, but its another to question whether or not youve been the victim of a personal violation come films end. I mean where do these people think their feet are going? To some eternal nirvana of comfort located deep within the back of the chair, like a Narnia for toes, with a small Mr Tumnus who gently nudges the pads of their feet like a particularly ardent therapist? No, theyre in my ass. Now please remove them.
