I think there is something wrong with me. I actually get angry at people who die and curse at them for hours. Okay, reading that makes me sound really bad, so let’s start from the top. At the time of writing this, the day had been as unremarkable as any. Go to work, putter around doing boring work things, and come on home. However, on the train, I get a call, a good friend of mine here in London called to let me know that she had been stood up on her birthday dinner date and wanted to know if I wanted to fill in. Obviously, I told her that I was still about 15 minutes away, but of course I would join her for dinner. Thinking about what that meant for the rest of my evening, I called Rebecca to invite her along. Literally, as I was on the phone with Rebecca, my train stops, in the middle of nowhere. Never a good sign, but hopeful it’s just some congestion I don’t think about it. 15 minutes later, over the intercom, the train conductor announces “I apologize for the delay, but there has been a trespass at the next station.” Shit, well, that’s going to delay things for awhile. Now in a full text message conversation with my friend, I mention that this delay could be a while. So, like any friend of mine, she says call me when you get in, I’m going to the bar. Cool with that, I sit.
15 minutes later, the conductor comes over the intercom again and we have now been upgraded to someone has been struck by a train. Which in the UK is a not so subtle code for someone jumped in front of a train. Ugh, I really am going to be stuck here for a while. A full half hour now passes before I hear anything else which is to now let us know that we are not going to be moving for at least 45 more minutes. It was apparently the train right in front of us. This means that we can’t do anything. If it had been further ahead, we could have changed rails and gone around, but since we are stuck. Now, I’m now sitting here, in my seat, over 2 hours late for my friend watching trains going past on the alternative rail line cursing at someone who has obviously gone through something bad enough to cause them to end their life and all I can think is you stupid selfish bastard. It’s really quite horrible, so as soon as that thought goes into my head, I start to feel like a huge jackass. Then thinking about how I’m a jackass, I start to think about how the person was a bastard and the cycle continues.
I’ve come up with a solution at this current point, which is booze, but as this train continues to not move (now at hour 3 not having moved) the limited amount of train food stock is quickly diminishing.
