So there I am in my favorite line, behind some shuffly old man and just jumping to go home (me, not him). The Dublin train showed up and we all started moving up and sort of over, but not really, actually, it was kind of a mess. The shuffly old man took it upon himself to be Mr. Nice Shuffly Old Man, and stopped halfway in line (so I stopped too), and allowed this lady to get in front of him. I think he thought she was getting on the train. Regardless, there was no need to be so nice. No need whatsoever.
Why?
Because he also let other people in front of him, which means I was now further back than I was when I first got in line. So I huffed, and I got in front of him too. I thought the first girl was with this guy that was standing next to her, but when the next train came, she got on and he didn't. Mr. Shuffly got on. So that left the line cutter man in front of me, when technically, I should have been in front of him, no thanks to Mr. Shuffly.
Against my better judgement, I stepped into a gap that was created by the line cutter man and the train. Hey, I was really there first. There was no way I was going to let this guy cut in front of me. He just stood right next to me, and I just stood right next to him as I completely ignored that fact that he was there.
And I got on the train first.
You better believe it.
When this gal wants to go home, she goes home.
Me.
- Nut Nut
- I'm a working Mom who blogs daily. I'm creative, cynical and have a quick wit on those days I’m feeling awake. I communicate for a living and have a fondness for the feline species. You can usually find me listening to music, which I do so incessantly. To call me an avid reader would be one of life’s little understatements. I am smitten with my child and husband, and do everything I can to make their lives that much more interesting. I also have a cat, Sophia (aka Missy), who enriches our lives greatly by driving us nuts.
No comments:
Post a Comment