Wednesday, August 03, 2011
OK. New complaint.
Besides the one in my ass crack.
It relays back to my post about the Nanny State in which I find myself residing.
Dude. I got fined on the train this morning.
"Did you spit?" I get asked at work.
No. Dude. I don't spit. I am however sweating like a glazed ham as it's 30 degrees outside with humidity you could ski on.
Not to mention a pile in my backside. Did I mention the pile?
Why did I get fined? Glad you asked. I sat in first class for seven minutes. That's why.
So as rammed the train is every morning, I climb onto the thing from Clapham Junction to embark on the seven minute - seven minutes that feels like one hour when someone's armpit is all but in your face - journey to Victoria station.
Sometimes, like today, when it's so full your feet don't touch the ground, I slip into First Class.
Look, I'm related to royalty. I should be entitled to this, anyway.
There was a spare seat. So I sat down. It freed up more room for the more...common travellers in second class. You can't argue with that.
Besides . I have a fucking hemorrhoid. I'm claiming hemorrhoid because this bastard is ruining my life. I needed to sit for those whole seven minutes.
Anyway, am there and next thing, there's this ginormous stomach in my face. Someone's had a few pints and bangers in his life. And now it's in my face.
What? In rush hour? Fuck. Off.
And obviously because I had the wrong ticket, I got fined. Twenty quid.
We had to get off the train while he swiped my card in a machine. Apparently I can appeal if I think it's unfair.
They have on-the-spot card machines for train fines, FYI.
I missed South Africa more than ever after this frankly, STUPID AS FUCK scenario.
The train police. At home I could give someone a fiver and make the problem go away. Bribery and corruption is something one gets used to when one lives in a country governed by Jacob Zuma.
Well those party days are over.
I am twenty quid poorer and still have a pile.
PS: My mate: "Piles eh? Well no one wants to find their rectum in their pants."
No. No one does.