Train Journey
So let’s talk morning rudeness.
Let’s talk about a drunken tart on the train wearing next to nothing burping alcohol filling the train and swearing so loudly that I could hear them over the very loud music I was jamming down my ears to block them out.
Lets talk about the nice gentlemen who was on the train and came over to them asking if they would possibly tone down their language as it was upsetting some of the people he was with (a group of walkers).
Then let’s talk about how one of them told him to go fuck himself and threw a paper cup at his head as he walked away.
Let’s follow up that conversation with a quick word about the train conductor who saw all this and did nothing, and then the scary looking gangster dude who went over and told them that they disgusted him, and then went over to the gentleman to make sure he was okay.
Then let’s mention how a different girl went over to the walker’s and apologised whilst the cup thrower laughed and called her a fucking pussy.
Then lets talk about how scary looking gangster guy helped the elderly gentlemen, his wife and friends into another carriage, told me to go with them, and then closed the door on the disgusting scene.
And then I went to work.
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I like the gangster-y dude. Good fella.
Comment by kapgar — October 13, 2008 @ 12:06 am
Just a typical disgusting reflection of everyday life in Britain today. I got on a bus today back to uni which was only halfish full, and despite my stick, and a very small child holding my hand, no one could vacate the front seats, not even when I asked. The driver (eventually) got out of his plastic cab and told them to move. But only because I was causing an obstruction and making a noise. Its just horrible, and there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t wish I could drive, despite the pollution it causes, just to minimise my contact with ignorant twonks. Sadly thats never gonna happen as long as I am partially sighted, so I will keep asserting myself, and maybe 1 or 2 perfectly fit and healthy 18 year olds will get off their lazy bottoms.
Comment by julia — October 13, 2008 @ 12:33 am
Oh wow… what a rough start to the morning. What’s the term… blokes. Sounds like a few of these riders were.
Comment by martymankins — October 13, 2008 @ 1:10 am
That’s very poor form but not uncommon on public transport these days. I get the bus mostly and the Sydney buses have traditionally been very good, very safe. Lately however, I have noticed a lot of drunkenness on the buses, particularly during the day. I love going on the bus with my friend Jamie because although a very unassuming guy, he has a black belt in karate and when bad behaviour just gets on his goat he stands up and does this fab karate pose and threatens the troublemakers. It’s like a scene from The Matrix or Kill Bill. It is a thing of beauty to watch.
I am glad the ‘gangsta’ guy helped you all out and I hope those drunken fools have a whale of a hangover later on. Plonkers.
Comment by Selma — October 13, 2008 @ 1:59 am
kapgar - he restored my faith (a little) in humanity
Julia - people suck. I never sit on the front seat unless I can’t help it and would rather stand than let anyone else suffer. Give them a good “accidental” whack with your stick!
martymankins - The term you are looking for is fuckwits.
Selma - Can I borrow Jamie? Please?!
Comment by bec — October 13, 2008 @ 10:56 pm
Did the gangster dude then go back into their carriage and get all Steven Segal on their butts? That would have been awesome.
Comment by delmer — October 16, 2008 @ 6:57 pm
delmer - Awesome wouldn’t have covered it but no.
Comment by bec — October 16, 2008 @ 11:22 pm