I was at the ticket machine on Friday and there was quite a queue. I reckon about four/five people in front of me, maybe? I found out fairly quickly they were all dawdlers. My thought pattern pretty much included lines such as-
How are they all taking so long?
If I miss my train I will kick off...Okay Erin, that's a lie- you know you probably don't have the balls to yell at strangers about their lack of efficiency concerning ticket collection, but ranting silently is making you feel a bit better.
Seriously, it's an easy machine to operate. Give your card, enter the code, agree to print, collect tickets. Done.
Is everyone else in this queue as intensely angry as I am, right now? They should be. With themselves for taking so long.
I mean, I caught my train and everything, but as I climbed aboard I felt a sense of lingering resentment, mainly at the fact some people leave it until ten minutes before the train leaves to buy tickets from the machine. I'm so sick of being that person who waits in line while everyone else takes their time and then is swift as a bird to carry out the task when I get there.
Sorry, I really just need vent about this. I realise no one cares and I should probably work on my anger and not get so irritated by something which hasn't really impacted on me much at all.