I awoke this morning in pain, I got dressed in pain, I made tea in pain. In short this morning was painful, lefty is revisiting a trick it used before which is to offer nasty stabbing pain at inopportune and surprising moments. These viscous stabs of pain are quite debilitating and take up to a minute to pass, the real ‘joy’ is that they are random and don’t seem to be triggered by anything.
Why thank you? My commuting chum for making me smile despite the pain. When we arrived at the interchange he was, as always, in pole position and left the train at a sprint. He powered to where the first set of doors on the next train would arrive and was leading the pack as normal. The train arrived short formed, that is 4 cars instead of the usual 8, his role as leader instantly reversed and he was tagging on at the end of the crowd as they headed back to where the train had stopped.
With half as much space available the train was much busier and now, being a latecomer, our pack ‘leader’ was fighting for a seat in the lead car. The last seating bay available was blocked by a ticket collector who seemed oblivious to old red faces hopping up and down and hand clapping. The seat was lost to someone coming from the rear in a move that Rommel would have been proud of and old red skulked to the second car.
So to the odd little red faced man that lost his seat on the London train this morning I offer my thanks, despite lefty’s viscous games and a fair amount of pain, seeing your day and possibly your week ruined by such trivial things brought a smile to my face.