Got a new hairstyle today - courtesy of a fellow commuter.
Yep, the guy on the Jubilee line with a back pack the size of a three-year-old child stepped backwards, tangling my hair on the zip and velcro of said pack, and when he tried to get off the train he took some of my hair with him!
(Note to hair fetishists - just ask, and use scissors. It's less painful.)
I get it, really, I do! Backpacks are useful; they can hold your gym kit for going to the gym straight from work, except when Stuart from accounts invites you to the pub after work and it can hold your packed lunch - the one that you'll not eat in favour of Starbucks, Cafe Nero etc etc.
I think people with back packs over a certain size should pay more for their Oyster card; they take up so much room on the tube it just gets so annoying. I saw a guy get nearly knocked off the train tonight by a fellow passenger leaving, again completely unaware of their overall size with the bag on their back. Perhaps we could install bags with reverse activation alarms like the bin trucks!!!
Next rant - able bodied people at Canary Wharf that use the lifts. Those fantastic, magical moving stairs called Escalators....they move for you! Its not like you're expected to climb or descend the stairs and - speaking from experience - its quicker to go down the escalators. You've seen Mallrats? "That damn able bodied woman is playing in the lift again" wait... what??
I am, however, concerned about the Canary Wharf women as they seem to have a built in deflector shield which seemingly protects them from the "Claire Glare" - must investigate and possibly invest in upgraded offensive weaponry :)
Anyways thats my rant over for one night
Claire
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