Cooties

They have just spent a fortune on refurbishing this motorway service station, some marketing arses persons dream layout with large, supposedly enticing, pictures of food.

Unfortunately they never factor in the lazy sod who left this trolley of filthy plates in front of it... when i stopped here again 3 hours later it was still there, with the same scaggy food on it (i know it was the same food because how many people eat the middle of a sausage and leave the ends?).

Who decided that the ideal way to make travel a joyful experience was to clad everywhere in formica, have social misfits serve substandard food, put up posters for erectile dysfunction and enlarged prostrates to read whilst you pee and then as a sign off charge you over the odds for petrol on the basis of where else are you going to go?