Something for the Weekend

June 17, 2005

Murder... by Celeste

This morning I had the desire to top someone.

Why do people have to be so annoying?

It's bad enough that I had to get up at 6.15 this morning, when I was so cosy to get the 7.11 train to Reading so why do these people insist on making my journey far worse than it really needs to be?

I come prepared for train journeys. I always have a book. I keep myself to myself. What the hell happened to 'Treat others how you wish to be treated'?

From Southampton, to Southampton Airport Parway, to Winchester, to Basingstoke, the woman next to me filed her nails.

For a start I couldn't figure out how she hadn't filed her nails down to her cuticles because unless you have claws how can it possibly take 1 hour to file your nails?

She wasn't even using a decent nail file which would've been quiet. Oh no she had to go and use a bluddy emery board. So for a full hour the sound of someone sanding a piece of wood sounded in my left ear.

A few times I wanted to stop her and tell her how to file them correctly but mostly I just wanted to take her big, black emery board and shove it up her nose.

I tried to concentrate on my book but the constant cheeshhhh cheeshhhh cheeshhhh really got to me.

The straw that broke the camels back was when I got up to get off at Reading and as I stood up to leave she put the damn emery board into her bag.

Why couldn't she have pissed off the people travelling from Reading to Banbury?

Troll.

I'm not a people person in the morning.

Comments

May all her nail polish chip and flake, and the color make her hands look like a 90 year old.

Ha ha ha ha Rachel-you're on my wavelength!

X

Never mind chicka, they were probably fake and will drop off before noon.

I have a real issue with nails, I can't bare to look at them, not even my own, hear them touching each other and nothing is worse than nail filing.

So one day, of course in the morning on my daily comute a stupid tart sits down, digs in her handbad, pulls out a 50p board from topshop with smiley faces on and starts sanding away. I counted a whole forty seconds before I told her to either stop it or piss off to the furthest carrige away from me. Too bad I don't have your patience :)

It's just so grim.

I mean I'd class it the same as clipping toe nails in public. All your doing is sending bits of your nail floating around the carriage.

Have they no manners?

Bleurgh.

bah that woulda pissed me clean teh f word off. im sure you handled it much better than i would have hehe

Get yourself an mp3 player, then you don't have to listen to anything but your own music.

(Tilesey's got one hasn't he? Maybe you could "borrow" it ;))

Ha! I doubt Cel would want my iPod, it has probably the gay-est playlists in the entire world!

Including Bob the builder...

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