I will set the scene a little:
- It is before 7am.
- You have <2mins to get on your train from arriving in the station (who wants to get up earlier to hang around in Cambridge station?)
- You have just spent a stupid amount on a ticket, so your debit card is crying a little.
|My debit card should be taken into care.|
SMALL = CUTE AND AWESOME
When it comes to T-rexes, this is certainly not the case:
|Massive over-generalisation FTW!|
|I must learn how to drop-kick stuff in case this ever happens.|
I think that proves my point. Everyone should eat normal sized ryvitas.
ANYWAY, being British, I of course didn't say anything to the offending people in my way. I just glowered in what I thought was an intimidating manner. My death ray glare obviously got through eventually and they made a move to GO THROUGH THE BLOODY TICKET BARRIER LIKE REASONABLE HUMAN BEINGS.
Of course, they had put the tickets they had bought minutes before in their purses, wrapped them in clingfilm, tin foil and sellotape and and buried them in their handbags. For safe keeping. For the 2 metre walk from the ticket machine to the barriers.
I am starting to get what is commonly known as "seriously fucked off."
They find their tickets! Yay!!!111!!!1111!!!