Friday, 16 July 2010

Ruined my perfect record

So, the train showed up 20 minutes late. Old passengers alighted, new passengers boarded. I managed to lose two chatty guys that were hitting on me without seeming rude. Everyone got comfy, put their stuff away and began the elaborate procedure of trying to be polite while also conveying that they want to be left alone.

Then, they announce that everyone had to get off again. Was it because of a problem? A train fault perhaps? Who knows. But 38 minutes later we are finally chugging along.

And to think that I hadn't used the F-word all day. There's that record shot, then.

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