Antisocial tu perds ton sang froid

I got on the Dart at 07:18 this morning, all chirpy and dying for a good old chat. 
But there were no takers for the aul chinwag. 
I even suspect that this guy pretended to be asleep. so that he wouldn't have to marvel with me at the beauty of Dublin Bay in the drizzle. 
He was, quite frankly, antisocial.

So I reported his sorry arse.

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Delation. It's easy as five one four four four.