A pox on you!

You're out there somewhere I know - you can run but you can't hide. A plague on thee I say, a plague! You knew exactly what you were doing, don't dare pretend otherwise. You could have chosen to dispose of that lump of chewing gum in any number of civilised ways, but no, you chose instead to leave it there on the seat of the bus, there to lie and fester and eventually attach itself to the backside of the pair of jeans I'd just purchased on the previous day. Nasty, icky, sticky mess.

Humbug to you where ever you are!

Bah.