#trainrage

[elcrabbo]

Train travel. It's not complex.

We all know what it’s like on British public transport; it’s always running late, over crowded, and smelling faintly of the ghosts of a thousand mass-produced sandwiches past.

These are the facts of life that never change, so it always bamboozles me that people opt to travel for long distances without first reserving seats. I understand that sometimes decisions to travel need to be made last minute, but my sympathy for your plight immediately evaporates when you plonk your sizeable rear in my clearly-reserved seat and then have the cheek to look surprised when I ask you to move.

“But there’s someone sat in MY seat!”

Oh. I’ll just go over there and crouch in the luggage rack then.

Thanks for that.

[deardex]

8th January 2015

It always amazes me how quickly I can get out of the house in the morning when I have to. This morning for example, one coffee drunk, hair done (put up but respectable nevertheless), full face of makeup on, dressed, lunch sorted, cat played with and out the door within half an hour.

Was running slightly late when I got to the train station, but the train was a few minutes late. It wasn't until I tried to get onto it that I experienced the rage.

I really hate ignorant people who push by you and have no consideration for anyone but themselves, but to add to the aggravation, this woman had an arse like a continental shelf. She was evidently quite well versed in using this to push mush smaller people away, to ensure that she gets one of the precious few seats on the train. I today was that smaller person and went banging into the person next to me, getting a dirty look for my trouble.

Now plainly this woman was a bit of a stranger to exercise, and we all carry a few pounds that we're not overly fond of (especially after Christmas) but would it really have killed her to stand for a 20 minute train journey? 

I have been baking a lot of bread lately a la epic Christmas breadmaker present. Maybe my karma for dissing this woman's posterior will be that mine will get twice as big due to the amount of bread I have been stuffing into my face.

I really hope that I am never intentionally so rude and ignorant as she was today.

Have managed to get to lunchtime without any further incident. Fingers crossed for the rest of the day.

[angrytrainstories-blog]

Tales of the Underground: Episode One

Today I got on an underground train on my way to work, unsurprisingly I don't do this at rush hour for fun, and found myself jammed next to a woman who appeared had complete disdain for all other people. There was ample space, for the underground at rush hour, but sometimes you just can't avoid bumping into people whilst the train continually tried to throw you off balance. Usually no one bats an eyelid but this woman had clearly been waiting to shout at someone, anyone. And so we find ourselves in a pointless argument in which the only words she used were 'stop pushing me.' She said it once, I apologised. She said it a second time I apologised on behalf of the train and basic physics-she didn't seem to be a fan of my query into her understanding of basic physics. She totally ignored me, ranted about pushing, said it a third time and proceeded to try and squash me. Train rage and get pointless argument had overtaken me and it was all I could do to only use the words 'unnecessary' and 'pathetic' -to which I got her only 3 word phrase so I enquired into how old she was...'stop pushing me' is now apparently an age FYI. At this point, my normal reaction would have been to totally lose my shit. In the interests of my stress and anger levels I decided to let her continue with whatever childish activity made her feel better and thanked the train karma police when someone sat in the seat she had been eyeing up. Not winding up commuters on their way to work should be one of the Underground Ten Commandments...we'd probably need about thirty actually.