GAH! OK, I'm using this entry to vent a little and I
know it's cliché to biitch and moan about commuting, but screw it, it's my
site.
A well known fact that on your commute to work in
London, NO ONE wants to hear anybody else speak, hell if a real commuter
got their leg chopped off in the door you'd expect them to barely whimper,
let alone have others turn to acknowledge what's happened, unless it was
to go "tisk, tisk" at them for splattering blood... OK, I'm completely off
track now.
So you can imagine my disgust when two women who
apparently know each other bumped into each other and spent the vast
majority of my now greatly shortened commute (now just into Waterloo)
yakking. Not only that but the fat one with hoop earrings (which went down
to her freaken knees just about) either found everything so fu<ken,
over-the-top funny that she had to look away from her mate with her face
screwed up or so shocking her jaw dented the freaken floor of the train
from hitting it so hard.
I paused my iPod just so I could actually hear what they
were talking about, seeing as the cackling was ruining my phat beats
anyway, only to hear them spouting some shiit about "this guy, like, in my
office, like, made tea, like, the totally same time as ME, like!! OMG he's
so, like, cute!!!" *squeal*
Fu<k me, my finger has never moved so quickly back to the
play button.
I was thanking GOD that the large one got off the train
before Waterloo (Queenstown road of all places) only for the other one to
whip out her freaken phone, to carry on the fu<ken conversation!
Yeah, I said "tisk, tisk" under my breath in
her general direction, I'm sure that
will eat her up inside today and teach her a bloody lesson!
Man, I've been commuting in London too long...