Today was hard, like brain crushingly hard, an endless parade of meetings, focus groups, training and all that corporate stuff, it was as if the day would never end.
I’m quite disappointed in the Pluckley express service today as I turned up on time to get the train home only to find that once again it was late.
No sign of WTG though which was good as I was feeling unusually tired this afternoon and didn’t really feel like enduring the monotony of his life and because it was the train AFTER “our” train I was expecting a peaceful wait for my late train with no WTG.
I sat down on the platform (at a bench, I don’t tend to sit actually on the platform itself) and was half heartedley flicking through Shortlist magazine, a wanky free magazine basically stuffed with advertorials that try to tell me what I should buy over the next six months of 2011. To be honest all of that crap is wasted on me. Anyway I was quite happily sitting there when WTG came out of nowhere and plonked himself down next to me. I looked up and saw his inane smile and just thought what the fuck are you doing here?
By this time I was truly over the fact that the train home was late, but WTG insisted on talking about it for some reason while I yawned and nodded disinterestedly. While I hate reading complete corporate horseshit magazines I felt compelled to just to escape the dullness of his presence but he carried on talking regardless even though my body language was screaming out for him to shut the fuck up.
“why do they bother saying sorry with a recorded message over the tannoy, they’re not sorry at all..”
Yes WTG I know.
“why do they keep changing the trains arrival time? It’s changed three times already?”
YES WTG I KNOW.
“they should provide free tea when the train is late, why should we be stuck out here in the cold..”
YES WANK CHOPS I FUCKING KNOW NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Why does he have to bang on incessantly over subjects that are obvious and that I already know?
Enough to make me want to jump in front of the fucking train if it ever arrives.
He was talking incessantly the whole wait and the whole delayed journey home. Fascinating topics like how wi-fi works, how dongles allow netbooks to connect to the net, is it cheaper to get a talktalk landline or stick with BT? it’s £20 per month did you know that?
I didn’t know that and even now I still couldn’t give a flying toss…
What else? Ah yes he told me all about the woman in the office who orders stuff over the phone all day and how irritating it is for him having to listen to those conversations all day.
Don’t you realise how annoying it is for ME to listen to you telling me how you had to listen to HER?
Jeez I just don’t give a damn, today of all days I’m tired and hungry and just want to go home.
It's days like this I pray for something terrible to happen...
Dear South Eastern Railways,
Please don’t ever TRIPLE the time I have to sit with Weird Train Guy and get those bloody trains in on time, the journey should take seven minutes and that’s more than enough time for anyone to be with him – I assure you!
Sort it out please.
Best regards…..
Weird Train Guy 