Mr. OA (Oblivious Arsehole)

I thought  I would introduce you all to the man that I hate aka Oblivious Arsehole (OA) as I feel that he may feature continuously in this little blog over time (unless I get a new job and stop getting the train at certain times). 

I almost wish I could post a picture of him, but that would be unfair of me, so we will have to make do with this cartoon, and imagine him as short, slightly tanned, big lipped, suitably posh, probably in investment banking, but with a marketer-esque look.

So I met this guy actually on the tube, I was running to get on a very busy central line, got on with a decent amount of time, and Mr OA jumped on behind me and winded me, yes no exaggeration, he winded me as he jumped on and rammed me with such force.  Sort of said sorry after, but it was so nonchalant and care free that I took an automatic dislike to this self-centred dick who should have got on the next tube rather than jump on a space that didn’t exist, and wind me from behind. 

Unfortunately, from that day forward I haven’t stopped seeing him, he’s always being a total non-gentleman, he’s the type of guy that will push you out of the way for a seat on the tube, never offer a woman a seat, probably punch a pregnant woman in the stomach (okay, so I get carried away) but he’s an arsehole, and I am a very good judge of character. 

One day I got on the tube to find him being heavily flirtatious with one of his colleagues (he’s married by the way).  Then I find that he gets the train back to my little town, so not only does he plague me on the tube, but also my train home too, and then this week, he was there, on my morning train, standing behind me, being…pushy, annoying, arrogant.  He sat in First Class though, God knows if he actually has a First Class ticket (he probably thinks he deserves one), I would have texted ‘Dodger’ to Greater Anglia, if it wasn’t for the fact that I enjoy him being in a separate compartment from me.

Any of you guys have a OA on your commutes?