Conversation

Standing at the platform this morning, waiting for my train to arrive, I was “treated” to the following conversational gem…

Him : Where’s the train? It says up there it’s at 8.50.
Her : It’s late. It says on the right, it’s due at 8.59
Him : But it says there it’s at 8:50. Look underneath, it’s 8:55. The train’s late.
Her : Yes. Because it says right there on the right, it’s due in at 8:59
Him : But it’s 8:55. It’s late.
Her : …
Him : And it said it would be 8:50 on that TV fingy in the ticket office
Her : very gritted teeth And it said ‘on that TV fingy’ that it would be nine minutes late too…
Him : But it’s 8:56 now, and it’s still not here…

I opted to move at that point – I figured she didn’t need the witnesses, if she pushed him under the fucking train. I’d’ve pushed him, you can be sure of that.