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What a day. First of all, had the worst (still have) hangover I can remember in a long time. Had a wild weekend, so today I had to come back from the capital, and took the train. I got pretty lucky, as I had to take a connecting train as well, adn the transfer to the other was fast, there was 2 minutes to get into the other train. Usually you have to wait for trains, it's not like they run on your schedule. But I got lucky, or so I thought...
So I ran into the train, bought a ticket, and the train was pretty full so I had to go upstairs. So I got upstairs, and there was this gate with cartoon figures on it. I thought great, this must be some kind of a.. place where parents can change diapers or something. Wrong. It was far worse, it was some kind of a... playground section of the train. Can you imagine what it's like to sit in the section where the playground is, with a hangover fo the century? The kids, they scream, play, cry, ****ing all the time something. Someone had to always go to the bathroom, well, that's fine, but when they got out, they'd always SCREAM. Why? I don't know. As hard as they could. It was enough to give me a heart attack.
So as my pulse was too high, sweat of pain and frustration entered my forehead, hands and back, I couldn't do a thing to help teh situation. It was the playground after all. It was my bad luck that I had to sit there. So it's kind of expected to be loud. Do you know kids throw stuff? They do, they throw it at strangers as well. Nice. Do you know they ask the most stupid questions in the world? "daddy, is this a train?" "No.. this is a plane!" ... times 100000.
Ok Ok, yeah, I wanted to smash those babies. Just imagine a bunch of kids who have to be on a train for 2 hours, OK, it won't be pretty, especially on Sunday when they're all tired from the weekend's worth of activities.
I got out, but just barely.
So I ran into the train, bought a ticket, and the train was pretty full so I had to go upstairs. So I got upstairs, and there was this gate with cartoon figures on it. I thought great, this must be some kind of a.. place where parents can change diapers or something. Wrong. It was far worse, it was some kind of a... playground section of the train. Can you imagine what it's like to sit in the section where the playground is, with a hangover fo the century? The kids, they scream, play, cry, ****ing all the time something. Someone had to always go to the bathroom, well, that's fine, but when they got out, they'd always SCREAM. Why? I don't know. As hard as they could. It was enough to give me a heart attack.
So as my pulse was too high, sweat of pain and frustration entered my forehead, hands and back, I couldn't do a thing to help teh situation. It was the playground after all. It was my bad luck that I had to sit there. So it's kind of expected to be loud. Do you know kids throw stuff? They do, they throw it at strangers as well. Nice. Do you know they ask the most stupid questions in the world? "daddy, is this a train?" "No.. this is a plane!" ... times 100000.
Ok Ok, yeah, I wanted to smash those babies. Just imagine a bunch of kids who have to be on a train for 2 hours, OK, it won't be pretty, especially on Sunday when they're all tired from the weekend's worth of activities.
I got out, but just barely.
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