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Notes from Underground

Only my rudeness keeps me going

By Dan Kuper   May 2004

I work in an Underground station in a leafy(ish) part of north London. I am the ticket clerk – that sun-starved creature you’ll find locked behind bullet-proof glass. It’s not a great job, but it has its moments. I try to inject some humour into my act, mainly for my own benefit but also to cheer passengers up. It can help when the days pass slowly.

“Is there a cheaper way?” people constantly ask. “Walking,” I tell them, “or you could not go at all.” They love that. There should be a reference book with a thousand and one bad…

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