So I am currently travelling down to the Oxo-shire to visit family and for my Mother's birthday. Her birthday is on Monday, but she works weekdays, do visiting the weekend before was the only option.
This morning, my journey began from Lincoln Central train station which would then take me to Sheffield, and then from Sheffield to Banbury, where I would walk to my Dad's house and wait for my Mum or her partner Duncs to pick me up and take me back to Shenington, the village I grew up in before I moved to Lincoln.
The journey from Lincoln Central to Sheffield was basically, I eventful. I was quite content having my nose stuck in the book "The Hunger Games". Yes, that book by Suzanne Collins that a bunch of whinging trolls on the Internet claim to be a direct copy of the graphic novel "Battle Royale". I can't actually judge this myself as I've read neither the graphic novel or seen the film, compared to having seen the film of the "Hunger Games" months ago and now just reading the book. But I digress.
As soon as I step off the train and onto the platform of the Sheffield train station, my instant instinct is to headroom Burger King for some much needed food. I had snacked on some cheese triangles on the way, but I needed something with a little more substance. I checked which platform I needed to be at for the Reading train that would drop me of at Banbury on my way to the fast food shop.
With burger and fries in tow, I retreated to platform 6, where I parked myself on one of the many benches and snacked on my lunch greedily. It was delicious as always, and a little more so after having just haggled a 20% discount when they wouldn't take my vouchers.
The train soon arrived at the platform and I headed straight or coach 'f' and located my seat. As usual, someone was sat in it. But it was no big deal as the seat next to her was available. I asked her where she was getting off, and she explained to me it was the stop after mine, so I told her not to move, as I got off sooner. All was fine.
The train was fairly busy, and this other young, really skinny woman with a baby in tow had sat in several peoples reserved seats. She then struggled to find a seat for herself and her baby, who was in a car carrier. Eventually, she felt she had to air her opinion on the matter. "People just have no consideration these days. No-one will give up their seat for me and my baby. I had the exact same problem when I was heavily pregnant. It's ridiculous."
She made me mad. I held my tongue though. I thought, no, I won't say anything back to her. I'll save it for my blog, and possibly a YouTube video. So my exact thoughts are these. Cheeky cow. She never asked ANYONE on the train to give up their seats. Secondly, if she wanted to guarantee a seat for herself and her baby, she should have booked seats. Like everyone else has to. Just because you have a baby, and couldn't keep your twiglit legs shut, doesn't give you any more superiority to seats on trains. This might be different on a bus. But not a train. I booked and planned my journey over a month ago. Why should I move and be inconvenienced because your flutter brain didn't think to take 5 minutes on a computer to book your tickets?btell me the whole train load of people are inconsiderate? Take a look at your own reflection silly cow.
I'm not being harsh here. It's not the whole story. She did manage to point out in her glorified speech that there were seven spare, unreserved seats available. But singular. So she could have seated her baby if she wanted to, it just meant she would have to stand with the baby, or, stop being a lazy bitch, and take the baby out of the seat carrier and held the baby and tuck the seat carrier away like any other sensible person would do. It's not rocket science. She seemed like the type that probably didn't have any GCSEs though - ok, that was harsh of me. But c'mon!
Her stop was one before mine, and it transpired in the last 10 minutes of her departure off the train, she was intact with her partner, who was in a seat, with a seat spare next to him. So what was stopping HIM giving up his seat, sitting next to someone else, and allowing her to sit in those two free seats with the baby carrier and all?
Really, peoples ignorance and stupidity amaze me.
She left the train still rambling, loudly, on her phone this time, about the train full of people's disrespect for not giving up their seats for her. So I whispered under bated breath, loud enough for those sitting around me to hear, but not loud enough for her to hear "Should have booked a seat then love, just like everyone else has to."
And that be the end of my rant. So apart from a couple of minor dramatic incidents, I got to Banbury no problem. Walked to my Dad's until Mum's partner, Duncs, picked me up and took me to the beautiful village of Shenington. Where I grew up.
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