I swear that I will explode out of sheer desperation regarding this topic one of these days.
I had hoped that with time, rage would turn into simple resignation.
I mean, that is what happened where my loathing of SWT was concerned over the course of the 11 months that I commuted from Little City to London every day. With each and every delay or cock up, I found that I became desensitised to it. By the time The Great Migration came around, I had lost the pure anger and spark behind my transport grumbles. It had gotten to the point where the protective buffer of rage had been eaten away completely so that the morning commute from Little Place, where I am at the mercy of the overcrowded suburban commuter line services into which we all cram in desperately, discovering within days that one can just about bear a sweaty armpit in the face for up to 7 minutes (but no longer, heaven forbid what may happen if my morning train is ever just held up outside Clapham Junction), simply licks away at what little remains of my soul, slowly dissolving it…
But this, THIS I fear will never die. Always and forever I will be spitting with rage and foaming at the mouth where this, this, this, erm, CRIME is concerned.
Oh yes, I can feel another letter coming on…
To The Man With The PIDDLY LITTLE wheely bag,
My handbag is bigger (and my hangbag is about the size of two trainers taped together)!! Unless you are carrying the Crown effing Jewels in that bag, or a load of cake measuring weights, it really can’t be that heavy. You look like a prick.
And you are in my way!
PICK IT UP!
Blue
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Just like this guy who always (and without fail) would bash his brief case in to my leg as he’d squeeze on to my crowded Central Line train at Leyton. And yes, I know to all the liberalites out there, that it was a crowded train and that perhaps he didnt know what he’d done .. but I would look up every time he’d catch my leg and he’d be looking down at me too .. and yet there’d be no “Oops, sorry, my fault” (etc) – just this silence. Anyway, one day, the train was rather quiet. And the guy with the brief case managed to get a seat near me. And he opens up this pesky brief case – inside of which is : one apple and one newspaper. NOW COULDNT HE’VE CARRIED THESE WITHOUT THE AID OF HIS STOOOPID CLUNKIN LEG BASHING BRIEFCASE!!?!?!!
Welcome to my old hell. I think I’ll stick with my nice long distance commute, although there was one ****sucker on todays trains. Rant will be forthcoming later.
Must be a day for it – I’ve got a little commuter rant all of my own brewing inside me that I may well have to write down on the train home today.
LL – I am so totally squealing with laughter and nearly weeing on my chair now.
TMC – Blah!!!!
Daniel – you can post it here if you like.
You’ll be amazed how much I can get done in 10 mins between meetings –
http://danderdandan.wordpress.com/2007/10/31/oyster-shuffle/
No guarantees I’m going to follow it up with any other posts!
Oh – that was me by the way (in case you hadn’t worked it out).
Dan – you’re so, um, “special”
Little things like this trouble me… You can see I have way too much spare thinking time.
Now you’re being stupid….
Huh?