People are strange

This morning I was queuing for a train ticket for Charing Cross. There were two people in front of me, both with fairly complicated queries. The ticket machines were free but I had about 5 minutes before my train was due and I prefer buying tickets from human beings.

A man pitches up behind me. He looks like he wants to get the Cannon Street train which is just pulling in. Now, if he’d said “arghhh, there’s my train!” I might have let him queue jump. If he’d said “there’s my bloody train” I might have given way. But his opening gambit was this: he said “Fuck you! FUCK YOU ALL! There’s my FUCKING train!”.

So I didn’t move, he missed his train and the next one was ten minutes late.