I love fruit - any kind of fruit, really -but my favourite are grapes. For many years, on my way to work, I would stop at my favourite fruit stall just outside London Bridge train station and buy a bunch of green grapes. I'd then sit on a bench, waiting for my train, cheerfully munching on the juicy fruit, while reading the newspaper. One morning, while I was engrossed in my usual "Fruit and Financial Times" routine, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the rather smartly dressed man sitting next to me was reaching boldly across to help himself to the grapes I was eating. Now, I'll be honest, the whole thing took me aback a little, but I didn't want to cause a scene, so I pretended I hadn't noticed what he'd done. Then he did it again. This time, with even more boldness. I lowered my paper and looked directly at him so he would know I'd seen what he was doing. But that didn't stop him. He just smiled at me, picked a couple more grapes f...
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