I was writing a big rant about rude people on trains. It sounded too whiny and it was awkward. I deleted everything that I had written and was about to turn my computer off, but I thought I should write something short instead of an essay which it was becoming.
The big bit of blue is a guy’s arm. He got on the train with a big backpack on. I looked at the guy who was stood behind him and he looked annoyed, and the girl with him was looking at him like ‘check out this guy and his bag!’, then I noticed that that guy had a backpack too. He had moved back and the guy behind him also had a backpack on. Meanwhile I had spent my weekend with bags trying to make myself as small as possible.
I’m shoved against the glass trying to do this again and I’m watching something on my phone. As the doors close guy number 1 reaches to grab the handrail beside me, whilst he is touching the side of my body. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t say excuse me. He has a handrail directly above him. Maybe he has a problem with holding there? I don’t know, I find it weird.
I want to leave London.