Rage
Overwhelming rage at each and every fucker I have to share my commute with on the way to and from work.

If you...

...play music without headphones
...have headphones that I can hear
...put your feet on the seat
...put your bag on the seat next to you and looked pissed off when I ask if I can sit there
...sit in the outside seat and look pissed off if I ask you to move so I can sit in the empty seat next to you
...have any pointless, loud mobile phone conversation
...treat the entire four seats around the table as your own personal office and/or dining room
...spray perfume or use any cosmetics that I can smell or breathe in
...let your children arse about or t hrow tantrums
...leave litter or food waste on the table or seats
...try to get on the train before I have got off
...stand in front of me on the wrong side of an escalator
...walk up the stairs in the wrong direction ignoring the obvious 'no entry' signs
...stop dead still in front of me so I walk into you

or, basically, breathe in my direction

Then I want to take you and slowly rip your finger nails out and then choke you to death with them

But apart from that, I don't surpress much.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:41, Reply)