I know it’s early for Christmas but it’s not that far away.
Just relaying a story I was told about a train journey.
The person involved was an immigrant from the old USSR and what a mean miserable man he was.
This trip was from Euston to Manchester,
He got on and proceeded to sit in the first class compartments,
The waiter came along and asked if he would like a drink?
“Coffee sir or would you like a beer”
“Beer!! I hate beer especially warm and on this thing” are you stupid!
“You got no vodka”
“I’m sorry sir would you like to complain”
“Could I have your name for my records?”
“My name is Comrade Olaf”
The rest of the journey he was as obnoxious as he could possibly be.
When he got off the steward related the story
It seemed…
Rude Olaf the Red hates train beer

I must be way slower since I still don't get it...