Scottish psychologist obnoxiousness.
We were the nightmare travellers. My wife and I, and our 18 month old daughter. I must speak up for some parents, like us, who are also just trying to get where we need to go like everybody else, but we have the added difficulty of keeping our kids amused and quiet during the journey. It's shit enough for us to sit on manky trains for hours, imagine how they feel. I know it's annoying when she's crying. Do you think I fucking enjoy it?

Anyway, We'd had a nice couple of nights in Edinburgh. Visited the zoo etc and were on our way home on Monday afternoon. We boarded at Waverley and sat at one side of a table, awaiting our departure. Some middle aged woman in Ugg boots she'd apparently borrowed from her teenage daughter told me that she'd reserved the seat I was sitting in. I tried to explain that our reservations had given both my wife and I window seats on either side of the table, and since we also had our toddler it would be easier if we sat aside eachother.

Snotty woman began to get irritated (I could tell because she began to gesticulate with her copy of 'The Scotsman'. I gave up and we all sat in our assigned seats. Arrogant woman sat beside my wife and I was joined by her fat and sweaty companion who had obviously developed a passionate and prolonged relationship with fried foods and chocolate.

I'd like to thank that arrogant and sanctimonious cunt for making a hot and cramped journey that little bit more unpleasant through her mindless fucking pedantry. I'd also like to apologise to you and your companion for the barrage of juice, biscuits, sweeties, spit and chewed apple you valliantly endured. I didn't give her all that shit on purpose, honest, no really.

Sorry, Mr Obese, that she thought it was hilarious to kick you from my lap and watch your enormous gut ripple.

You see, if you weren't the obnoxious, pedantic, academia-dwelling, sanctimonious pair of cunts that you were, you may have realised the mutual benefit in my offer of seat swapping and my daughter could have been safely contained between her mother and I without incident.


Please give a thought to travelling parents. We can't really be arsed with our kids screaming either, so there's a sadistic pleasure in seeing them wipe snot / chocolate / drool on the designer clothing of those who choose to act like cunts rather than humans.

Apologies for length and rantingness.
*Takes two spoons of Calpol and goes for a nap*
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 30 May 2008, 13:35, 2 replies)

Hee hee hee!
That'l teach the overbearing, obnoxious twats.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 30 May 2008, 13:51, closed)

Clickety click
from a fellow suffering parent :)
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 30 May 2008, 14:21, closed)