Sage advice for shit-shovellers

The lower deck of the 87 bus on Monday morning was accompanied by the ramblings of a bit of a slightly mad, Indian woman. Her ability in the rambling stakes was impressive to say the least, with little break in her musings-to-no-one-in-particlar between Clapham and Westminster. Her parting words from the back seat as I readied myself to alight the bus resonated, and drew the only laughter of the entire journey:

When you shovel shit for long enough, you find gold in the end.

Sage advice indeed.

By Dan on 4 December, 2008 · Posted in Life

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