You set off for work hoping today isn’t the day you’re diversity fired. Step over the puddle of puke and onto public transport knowing your face is being scanned, phone tracked and lie to yourself that it’ll ward off a casual stabbing by the urban yoof.
Monday and Tuesday will go to the government and you haven’t been able to see a dentist for 3 years.
Taking your seat, slick PR propaganda featuring grinning minorities glares down at you but you’re in luck because someone left a paper on the seat.
The headline reads….