And the women who annoy me at the train station were out in force with their oversized umberellas blocking my path as they trudged slowly off the train, then even more slowly up the stairs, causing me to duck and dive to avoid getting lanced in the eyeballs by the tips of their brollies. Then it was slowly over the bridge which is conveniently 3 people wide, and lo! there's three of them.
I physically hissed as I walked past and shook my head. Me, hissed. Me, shaking my head! What's become of me? I remember back in the day I'd of youthfully hot footed past, back when I was lean and athletic. Why aren't I lean and athletic anymore? Why do I hiss and shake my head like a DISGRUNTLED person? Is this what it feels like to be disgruntled? If so, I don't like it, not one bit!
I stood in a puddle too, I bent down to brush off the excess rainwater (why the hell am I so concerned? I'd of developed trench foot rather than stooped to clean my footwear way back when). As I return to my fully erect position, I make a sigh that I have heard my Dad do many a time, and always vowed to never make such a sigh. A sigh that is for no apparent reason other than bending down was a chore. A chore!
My God..............I'm getting old!
