This evening saw a return to the pre-Christmas timetable and a miraculous result of my making it to the 4.30pm- comfortably- unheard of.
There were many irritations, including a gentleman munching the biggest bag of crisps I have ever seen (the scale of as though he was a borrower and they were a BFG size crisp packet). He munched and munched, with his moth open to allow us the pleasure of the full force of the crunching sound.
This feeding-at-the-zoo replica lasted in total about 30 minutes, by which time we had reached Woking were the dear munching animal sadly departed the train. Only to be replaced by a screaming baby (with mother in tow). I felt a little bad for said mother, she was obviously frustrated and concerned, doing everything possible to quell the anxieties of the young spawn, however was failing miserably.
Was shocked when we arrived at Guildford to see not one soul offer to help her carry the little package off the train- not only would this have been the right and polite thing to do, but logically it would have also been a self-serving act, what with them blocking the exit in their struggle. I was blocked by the many ignorant and too far to offer assistance, for which I can only regret, as I would have taken pleasure in teaching the ignorant the correct behaviour. And in getting off the train quicker to be first into the joy of British weather... Rain. (For two miles home).
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