Sitting

13 Sep


Yesterday morning I couldn’t blog as I had to stand until I got to Lewisham because the train was so busy. Today it looks a bit better and I’m sitting even though I had to ensure the thing above tried his best to push through from nowhere to get a seat. He now can’t even be arsed to sit properly in that seat and is blocking the aisle. What a classy fucker, hey? Dressed in a tracksuit rather than normal clothing and so we can guess he is off to do manual labour today. Yes,  the safety boots have confirmed my prediction. That tiny little bag makes me laugh when you see someone dressed as he is with one of those – it makes them look the complete opposite of the look they are going for. He also has a gormless look on his face where his mouth is agape whilst trying to read the paper. Sometimes I wonder what I have done to deserve to have to travel with such dregs. Oh yes, didn’t get a degree and thus in a lower paid job and forced to get public transport and with that comes the public. God I hate them. It is meant to be hot today so I am dressed accordingly and already perspiring slightly meanwhile the tracksuited one will be honking by the time he gets to “work” and will be able to wring out the sweat. How sexy. Time to post as the Charlton lot are about to get on to sit on my shoulder. Joy. 

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