Friday 1 November 2013

All New Low

Yes I'm pregnant, but I'm also (largely) not a drama queen. I can actually survive standing on the tube for the fifteen seconds it takes between my two stops, and as often as I'm kindly offered a seat I always decline because at that point the seat's current occupant will get significantly more use and benefit from it than I will. I also don't expect the crowd of commuters to part like the fucking Red Sea because I'm walking through a crowded train station, I can quite happily continue to filter through same as I always have, albeit maybe a touch slower.

But, and right now this is a pretty fucking big but given that I'm genuinely angry for the first time in a long time, I would expect people to maybe show a bit of consideration if they knock into me. I'm not asking for a howling, wailing outpouring of regret at the fact that they ever so slightly jostled me out of the way, I'm not the fucking messiah and neither is the baby. When I get repeatedly smacked in the stomach however by some dozy fucking twunt who's squeezed onto an insanely crowded tube train and her sodding handbag I would expect when I point out what she's doing (politely I might add) that she look a little apologetic, maybe say sorry, and hold her handbag at a different height. Simple really. What I didn't expect was to have her roll her eyes at me and tell me to fuck off because "I shouldn't have gotten on such a crowded tube then"... It wasn't this crowded until you boarded behind me you fucktard!!! Argh, rage!!!!