Arthur just shrugged. He should go. That's what he should do. He should just go.
'It never stops raining!' ranted the lorry driver. He thumped the table, spilt his tea,
and actually, for a moment, appeared to be steaming.
You can't just walk off without responding to a remark like that.
'Of course it stops raining,' said Arthur. It was hardly an elegant refutation,
but it had to be said.
'It rains... all... the time,' raved the man, thumping the table again, in time to the words.
Arthur shook his head.
'Stupid to say it rains all the time...' he said.
The man's eyesbrows shot up, affronted.
'Stupid? Why's it stupid? Why's it stupid to say it rains all the time
if it rains the whole time?'
'Didn't rain yesterday.'
'Did in Darlington.'
Arthur paused, warily.
'You going to ask me where I was yesterday?' asked the man. 'Eh?'
'No,' said Arthur.
'But I expect you can guess.'
'Do you.'
'Begins with a D.'
'Does it.'
'And it was pissing down there, I can tell you.'
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