That’s where I stand!

Yes, yes it’s another commuting one.

What?! I have no money at the moment and nothing else to talk about!

As you know, from several of my previous blogs, I have a morning routine that I like to adhere to. It’s not that I have OCD or anything…. Maybe I do. Actually I’m far too lazy and forgetful to have OCD. Variety is just not part of my morning remit.

So you’ll understand my utter horror when this morning – da da daaaa… – someone was stood in my place on the platform!

WTF?!

Now I know this may seem trivial but I also know that you go to the same spot everyday aswell, if you commute.

I see the same people every morning. I even say hello to one of them (I know right!) Although now I’m on ‘hello’ terms with her I’m worried that she might try and strike up a conversation with me. She seems nice and everything but I’ve been hurt before.
The last person I started talking to on the train suddenly disappeared. I had to come into work early one day and discovered that she had started getting an earlier train. That was awkward. Mainly for her though.

But this morning there was a man and a woman standing right where I stand! I had never seen them before and there they were.

In my spot.

Mocking me with their umbrellas.

I just about tolerate the regular people that stand AROUND my spot. They know their place – literally. We have a silent agreement to not enter each other’s area and that’s fine. But then these people arrived and just fucked it all up! I stood behind them as the train pulled in and to make matters worse, they took the last two seats! My seats! I always get a seat and they stole it!

I stood up with the plebs all the way to Clapham Junction. I had just about gotten over it when we pulled in and then I left my sandwich on the train!

So annoying.

Mainly because I’m too poor to buy my own lunch.

By the way, if anyone is reading this and feeling particularly generous just message me on facebook and I’ll give you my bank details. I would really appreciate it.

In conclusion, Man X and Woman Y, you have ruined my morning. If I see you tomorrow, I’m going to push you in front of the train.

P.S Who is the person that reads this in Germany? I’m intrigued.