You know what, I had the worst morning.
I got up at fucking six o clock, something I never do, so I could travel back from my hometown to where I'm studying uni. I had gone back over the weekend and valentines day to see an old ex-girlfriend and fuck her.
Anyway, I had to be back early today because some plumber is coming round. So I drag myself out of bed, have one last fumble with the girl and set off to the train station, around 7.15. The train is turning up at 8.10, I make it to the station in time. I decide to go buy a bacon roll, and as I do the guy behind the counter says "Hey, if you buy a drink, the bacon roll is only 99p, otherwise it's £1.99". So I ask if they have a drink that's only £1...seems logical. He says yeah, a tea. I don't normally drink tea (strange for an Englishman) but I say yeah, fine. Might as well.
So I go to pay for the drink and the bacon roll, and the woman behind the counter says it's £2.49. I say what the fuck, not because I can't afford it, just on general principle. I say that I got told different, and explain, and the guy says "Oh, I thought you said the quickest drink". What the fuck? They don't even sound alike. At this point I just say whatever, I guess a cup of tea for only 50p more isn't bad, and take the drink I wasn't even going to order anyway. It fucking spills out of the flimsy cup I'm trying to hold it in the second I get out of the shop, scalding my hand and making me cry out and drop it, looking like a total dick on the platform. It also soaked my bacon sandwich.
I go back into the shop, fucking pissed off by now, dripping with hot tea that I didn't even want, and bitch about the shitty cup it was in that soaked me and my bacon sandwich and that could I have another one please. He tries to say it isn't that soaked. Isn't that soaked? Fuck you!. I use his napkins to get some of the burning tea off me and make him give me another sandwich. I watch him put the other one back in with the others to sell.
I have to go back in the shop AGAIN because he hasn't put the sauce on this one. Everyone in the shop by now must think I'm a complete idiot.
So I go to wait for my train. I put some music on my headphones. When it gets to the time for the train to arrive, I llok up at the LED display and the fucking thing has changed to a different train.
They have changed the platform at the last minute and announced it, and I haven't heard it because I had my headphones in. You would think they would SEND SOMEONE TO THE FUCKING PLATFORM TO TELL YOU. I can hardly ever maek out those announcements anyway.
I run to the front of the station to find out where it will be, then run to the new platform. The doors to the train are shutting JUST AS I GET TO THEM. THEN, ULTRA RAGE MODE, just as I mutter "motherfucker" under my breath a ticket collector walks in through the drivers door and says to me "Unlucky", without opening the passenger door for me, closes his door and they drive off.
I can't believe this shit. I stand on the platform in a blind rage. I walk to the front of the train station, AGAIN, and look for when the next train is. An hours time. Fucking tits.
So, I wait in the cold station for the fucking hour, freezing my ass off. I know by now, I'm not going to make it back in time for the plumber.
The rest of it was uneventful, but I was running from when I got off the train to the bus, running from that bus home...I told him I had to leave by twelve (I was supposed to go to a lecture, but my fucking bike has a flat tire I see), it's now 12.15 here and he didn't show up in the last hour I was here. So I guess I missed him. He didn't leave a card either.
The only good thing was, at least I had a joint waiting at home for me.