Snow has finally fallen on the ground in the south of England. Yes, Winter is here.
Now I actually certain aspects of snow, I’ve had wonderful experiences in it, however for it to snow, it needs to be cold, and with the cold comes… colds.
Stepping onto the disease-ridden metal box to commute to work is soul destroying in itself, but something this morning triggered this tirade.
Carry tissues, of course, carry tissues, but one man this morning entered the carriage and sat down with an actual box of tissues. An actual box and he was going through them, well like… a steam train… if you pardon the (kinda) pun.
If you need a goddamn box of tissues, here is what you can do stepping onto a train. Get off.
Get the fuck off.
Why on earth are you going to bring that onto a train, with all of us?
I can understand if the man needs to make money, sure we all do and sometimes a day off isn’t possible, but there are two alternatives I can think of right now.
- Work from home
- Get a later train, when it’s not ram packed with everyday commuters, who also don’t want to get sick.
I’m not one for admitting I’m slightly ill, but I sure do know when I’m too ill, and if I need to use one hundred and fifty tissues in a thirty-minute journey… then I’m going back to sleep.
Let me know your thoughts, and if you’ve had similar scenarios!
Hypocritical …. I have sat next to you at work when that bugle of yours has shone like the Lighthouse of Alexandria while erupting like Krakatoa.
😂 that’s completely true, my nose is big and it makes alot of noise… Although that’s it’s constant state and isn’t actually spreading any unwanted germs!