Just to let you know…
…that I have been worrying that the end of the world is imminent.
But it isn’t. All was well again at the train station this morning.
Sun Man was missing from his spot on Monday and Tuesday and it made me feel uneasy. I don’t know why. I just prefer him being there when I get to my spot of a cold wintery morning. It just makes things feel right with the world (apart from all those other things that are wrong with it). I don’t particularly like change, and that includes my Commuter Friends and their always maintaining their daily routine. I mean, how very inconsiderate of them to ever not do as they always do and make me feel out of sorts! 
(Don’t come back with arguments about freedom or the fundamental human right to not be at the train station at a certain time and standing in a particular place if my Commuter Friends do not feel like it/are on holiday/are having a day off/are ill – I will not listen to such nonsense talk).
Anyway, I trudged through the ticket barriers this morning at my usual time… and there he was, back in his rightful position for 7.15am. I actually smiled about it. I took up next to him and Winchy Commuter Boy and felt all warm even though it was bitterly cold again today.
But Lady With The Blue Scarf was missing instead.
And then when I was sitting on the train waiting for the back half of it to arrive she got on a bit flustered and took up the seat behind Sun Man. So, it wasn’t that bad, she was just a bit late. She leant forward and tapped Sun Man on the shoulder (these two are very flirty but I know she is “taken” as I have seen him drop her off at the station before) and asked where he had been (I think she missed him too) and he croakily explained that he has been ill – and still is by the sounds of it.
I also feel I have to add that I think I am going to have to change her name. She hasn’t had her blue scarf for ages. I think that is madness in this weather. I hereby christen her Orange Bag Lady – for the reason that she carries an orange bag, not that she is orange and carries a bag, or that she eats oranges while carrying a bag, or for any other reason than that her bag is orange. Actually, in keeping with her former name, I will actually now refer to her as Lady With The Orange Bag. Much better. Much less confusing.
Oh, and Winchester Arty Girl has been missing for over a week now. But I haven’t missed her so much. Even though I decided this morning that I don’t fancy Sun Man after all. I’d like to give him a good wash though and get that gel out of his hair. Oh, and trim his side burns a little as they were a bit too long for my liking today. But he and Lady With The Orange Bag are my favourite Commuter Friends. Oh, and Winchy Commuter Boy. That’s quite a lot of favourites when you consider there are only a few of us (and that includes me and my multiple personalities!!)
Anyway, sorry for the boring ramble today. It has been a long day. I will be back at some point. I always am. Until the day that I am not… which may be tomorrow if the damn weather forecast is to be believed.
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Hold Mother of Grud, you have commuter friends to? Mine are Interesting Jeremy the man who prayed for Brazil, Ginger Bloke and Angry Laughing Man.
I have commuter enemies as well. Mainly smokers who insist on poisoning my air with their evil and vile habits but my Arch Nemesis is The Lady of the Big Bones who insists on sitting her great fat arse on the steps at a very busy Fareham train station and blocking access to about ten million commuters. I’m sure it’s a protest against something but I haven’t seen a placard or anything.
Maybe she is protesting against standing up.
Pink Jellybaby has met a similar Lady of the Big Bones on a bus but we’re not certain that they are the same person. Then again, could two people be that vile?
*waits patiently for snow*
On my commuting around London the other day it was like I was stood in piss.
Actually I was stood in piss. Great! Are all journeys as good as this?
Boy – yes
hoverfrog – yes I have commuter friends as well! They make the travel a lot better than if they weren’t there. Hard to explain as we don’t really talk to each other (apart from Lady With The Orange Bag and Sun Man who have timidly flirty chitter chatter from time to time, and of course when we ask each other “do you mind if I sit here” or, if we are feeling charitable we let one of the others get on first with a “no, no, after you”).
No commuter enemies per se… apart from my habitual burning hatred for anybody who talks loud enough that I can hear them over my iPod music, or really really fat people (I don’t mind fat people in general but not on public transport) who take up more than their fair share of seat space – I have paid for my ticket and I am entitled to have my full seat and sit in relative comfort (apart from the fact that the seats are horrible) without your blubber seeping into my space! I also hate children (on trains) and smelly people, and snorers.
Young children are OK. It’s bloody pompous arse school kids that I can’t stand. Lounging around yacking about their bloody skiing holidays or latest XBox game. They don’t even have to bloody work for a living.
It pleases me that one day they will be shocked by the amount of work that they will need to do just to get by.
But then I’m a mean and bad person.