Rough rough

Feel a wee bit rough today after last night. I was good night though.
I hate que jumpers at taxi ranks.
I expressed my thoughts to him in a non hostile way.
By the time he got to the front of the que I tapped him on the shoulder and asked where he was going and lucky for us he was going to St Martins and even better he paid for 80% of the fare.
I think he learnt his lesson.