you know what REALLY offends me?

The rancid smell from the kiosks on Flinders St Station. Each is the grave of a million unknown chips. When I walk past them I always think of all the people who are offended by Piss Christ (or similar) but no-one's done a damn thing about those foul kiosk places. When I go to Flinders St Station I expect it to be a happy, fragrant place with everyone joyously partaking of the great opportunities. One of those great opportunities is a wild ride called take in the smell of a billion dead potatoes in vomit brine.