|The people on the way home from work
||[Mar. 22nd, 2007|06:11 pm]
Listen in, listen Ian!
The motorcyclist who, as I stepped onto the zebra crossing at Endell Street and Long Acre, drove onto the crossing going the wrong way. I shouted "Dick!" at thim as he sped away. Yeah! That's telling him. (evil)|
The cyclist at the same crossing who stopped to let me cross when I was on the central reservation, and smiled at me. (good)
The girl who pressed the lift call button in the station even though it was clearly lit already. Yeah, because you're better at calling lifts than me. That's right. (evil)
The dick who jumped onto the train as the doors were closing, making them open again and holding everyone up. Well, fair enough, it would have been two whole minutes to wait for the next one. Fuxake, slow down people. Do we all have to be so chop-chop-busy-busy-work-work-bang-bang all the fucking time? (evil)
The woman on the platform who was a human metronome. (good)
Every fvcker at Finsbury Park Station. (evil)
So evil wins 10,003-2.