Thursday, 30 May 2013

Rant Posting **contains bad language**

The morning commute, is one of vile-ness filled with rude people, late trains & sick people! This morning was no different!
 
Stood on the platform, waiting for the 6:00am tube to Stratford, 1 minute remaining……. I’ve listened to a whole song whilst the sign is saying 1 Minute…….. Im looking, thinking ok, no train? Everyone is looking round slightly puzzled…….Waiting for an announcement…… NOTHING!
 
After 3 announcements telling us people to stand back as the next train is approaching and 4 minutes longer a tube finally pulls into the station. Im clearly wondering why on earth (about 7 minutes in total) the lazy prick at the station didn’t actually announce that there was an issue! Yes I am calling the moody sod at the tube station, who not only never wants to advise anyone of anything (as above) but constantly rolls his eyes when someone approaches him to ask him a question! Now I don’t care what the excuse is, just apologise? IDIOTS!
 
Moving on, the train which is now not only late, but is late for no reason has pulled into the station! As I have been waiting a while (in the rain) and no one else where there when I got to the station, I am cold, annoyed and wet! It’s a blooming good job I didn’t bother to straighten my locks today or I would have been severely Pissed! So the doors open and I am almost knocked flying by a man, clearly in a hurry to bag the last seat. Or just in a rush! Because by pushing me out the way, he is gonna get to his destination at about the same time as me! DICK.
 
So I manage to get a seat, I sit down take out my kindle and start to read! Im in the zone, when a man gets on at the next stop, he sits next to me, now I am not massive, I have a small frame. Minding my own business, not only does he manage to almost elbow me in the face, but he leans my way meaning I am wedged between him and the person on my otherside! Im getting agitated as said man cant seem to sit still! One side I have a man coughing, then this guy starts blowing his nose! Ewwwwww vile! So I am sat reading (or trying to) matey moves and I get a massive whiff of BO, wowzer. So now im trying not to breath through my nose so as I don’t smell it! L So getting to a crucial part of my book, which I bought on the kindle so no one can see what I am reading! My man is clearly reading over my shoulder, I attempt to shift round to stop him seeing, but as I am wedged to the spot, the only choice I have is to stand up and move! Because nothing irritates me more than someone trying to read my book that I have paid for! to be fair, the book is a little bit erm raunchy and its not the sort of thing you want to admit to reading! Hehe!
 
Finally I arrive at my destination annoyed and eager to get off the train, about to get off and the people getting on clearly don’t want to move so I can get off without hassle! So im stood, they are stood, like a scene out of a western film! A stand off on the tube! Eventually I am not moving, the people finally shift slightly so I can squeeze through! Triumph I win I win I win! So safely on the escalator heading up to ground level, there is 2 men (drunk) running up the escalator, I kid you not! Im surrounded by FREAKS,
 
I mean tho seriously? The rudeness is getting worse by the day! Im lucky I travel in early and finish early meaning I miss the crowds! I couldn’t even begin to imagine why anyone would purposely travel on public transport during proper rush hour!
 
Some people have the attitude like they own the tube! Its horrendous!
 
So basically what I am saying is:
 
Feck you TFL and your late trains,
 
Feck you, rude arsehole who pushed me out the way.
 
Feck you to the smelly, nosey Prick who invaded my space and would like to say BUY YOUR OWN BOOK!!!
 
Lastly to those who refused to move to the side when I was trying to get off the train, I hope you spill coffee down your shirt :)  **sticks tongue out**
 
I used to get road rage, I now suffer with TUBE RAGE!
 
 
Anyone else who commutes to work, suffer the way I do?

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