So normally I suck it up and stand on this shit hole of a service but today when I actually need a seat the fuckers run a four carriage London service. Add to that it’s full of kids and I’m feeling big time deep joy whilst trying not to be sick 😷. #commutingfillsmyheartwithjoy
I’ve posted about this prick before, walks up the only path to the station smoking. Utter moron. You can’t get past him so you have no choice but to breathe it in. Inconsiderate bastard. If he’s there again next week I will be having another pop at him. I don’t wish to breathe in his second hand smoke at 05:30am or any other time of the day for that matter! 😡😡🚬🚬
So apparently they have negotiated a deal to make this shitty service run on time, actually run at all. This is why I now find myself standing on a rammed train for the next hour. Ooooooh if I had a weapon right now the possibilities are endless.
Omg some dirty fuck has just dropped one. I think I’m going to be sick
There is a woman standing next to me omitting a rather perculiar smell. Actually it’s rank. Something like rotten bananas and smelly trainers