Always remember the day I had the deep misfortune to encounter the 'Danbury Hunt' here in Essex. The chief halfwit - or whatever the term is - was MOST put out when I refused to answer his 'Good Morning', instead choosing to just walk through them as if they didn't exist. So he tried again... and again. I finally relented and explained that I do not associate with morons... or something like that... and carried on. Pretty dangerous, in retrospect
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