So it has been a while since I have been on a rant, I started to think that maybe I had started to mellow, accepted my commuter fate, and just accept it like the other lemmings grin and bear it.
Not yesterday, not only was I sitting on a train which was probably averaging about 39 degrees Celsius minimum. This stupid stupid girl comes and
sits in between me and a man (look, it's disgustingly hot, just wait for the next
train or stand the eff up) so I had about 20 mins of her rubbing against me. Do you understand that scratchy, invasion of personal space *someone rubbing against you and it feels excruciatingly annoying* feeling? I
try to sleep and relax, to find that she's done the same, and no, it's not what
you think, she doesn't lean on me, nor dribbles - no, she spills a can of Coke all over my
white pristine cotton skirt (to make you realise how potentially angry this could make me, I been protecting my skirt all day, I didn't even pick up the Evening Standard in case of getting my skirt dirty). What makes this situation worse is that she doesn't really alert me, I just notice as
she's rubbing herself, and then to my horror I let out a 'what have you done?!' to her 'I'm so sorry', there were no conviction in her words, she didn't
get up, offer to wipe me, repeatedly say sorry nor even take her headphones out of her
ear - she starts playing with her hair instead. I am not even going to get started on the man opposite me who took up 3 seats with his giant spread out legs and 'if I pretend I am a fat dead person no one will sit next to me' attitude.
When are you idiots ever going to learn how to behave on
trains? It's very hot, I'd just like some light relief when I finally get a seat - is that too much to ask? I hope she reads this, and I hope she sits next to some irritating 10 year old on summer holidays with a big carton of Ribena and an unsteady hand sometime soon.
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