I'd say I'm taking the situation pretty well, a guy who was sitting behind be keeps swearing and shouting. We get it, you're angry about not getting to elgin by 8pm but please, pipe the fuck down. I was going to sit somewhere else in the station, next to the praying guy by the spilled coffee, then I realised that it it wasn't coffee, it was sick - and it was still dripping out of his mouth. I don't think he was praying either.
This train station's full of weirdos. I know I'm one of them - 'that curly haired freak in a striped shirt who's barely looked up from his phone - but I shouldn't be here, I should be on the train to Elgin.
Yeah, that's right. Elgin, I'm going to be on the same train and stop as the shouty, sweary guy. I'll probably have to sit next to him too while he loudly swears into the side of my head. prick.
Oh well, that killed half an hour.
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