I write this from an uncomfortable train seat returning from Brighton, having just had my joy that the foul woman in her ugly, smelly coat had her phone call cut short by signal spoiled by the fact that she didn't even leave it a minute to try again. Woe is me. Woe is also a lot of other passengers as well with her inane and vacuous talk of being a new granny (again, poor things...) and being overworked carried out in her loudest possible voice has driven passengers out of the carriage.
To this she is completely oblivious. She seems intent to chat shit the entire train journey which is even more annoying than the woman whose phone repeatedly rang but then hurriedly hung up saying she couldn't speak because she was on the train. It really does confound me quite how inconsiderate people can be, and even more how these people are always the uninteresting on whom evesdropping bears no fruit.
Almost the entire train journey I have had the urge to fake a phone call loudly proclaiming something along the lines of 'Sorry, I can't chat right now because i'm on the train and to do so would be the height of disrespect to anything with ears because they don't care about my largely uninteresting life.' I refrained, and as the woman has finally got up to leave (hopefully she trips and dies as she gets off the train) I sincerely regret not doing so. The potential satisfaction. Oh to be more controversial.
On a positive note, a nice day spent in Brighton with a friend despite the ridiculous wind, intermittent rain and high prices.
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