Tonight at Victoria train station there was the usual rush to be the first at the platform 100 metres away despite the trains not actually leaving for another 8-10 minutes.
As usual there were all sorts of ‘people’ (I use the term loosely) moving at different speeds and, oddly, in different directions towards the same platforms.
I’m 6ft tall and have a pretty hefty pace going on, but I could feel the presence of someone desperately trying to overtake me. I say I could ‘feel’ the presence but in actual fact I could blatantly see her from the corner of my eye as she took up more room in my peripheral vision than was necessary.
This woman was big. I mean BIG.
I’m not racist and therefore I’m going to be sensitive in describing her without causing offence. In an attempt to be ambiguous and vague I’m going to refer to her as Shaniqua.
She was puffing along on my left and, not wanting to be a hypocrite by becoming one of these people…
…I moved slightly to the right allowing her to pass.
She bumped into me, possibly to indicate she was in a hurry and I was in her way, but probably because I could’ve moved 8 metres to my right and she still would’ve collided with me due to lack of space.
She was a big girl.
Once she’d barged me she muttered something like, “fucking come on!” and starting jogging slightly.
Well, I SAY jogging….
Picture this, she was a BIG girl and was wearing a very SMALL tight white dress with a VERY visible white thong underneath.
I know that thongs visible above jeans are sometimes affectionately referred to as a ‘whale tail’, but this one was to scale.
And it was screaming for help.
So when I say jog, take a moment to think about that.
Ok… I’ll carry on.
Her ‘jog’ lasted about 2.5 seconds (which coincidentally was about the same distance in metres) before she went back to a walking pace; a pace that was 95% slower than mine.
I passed her again in about 4 seconds. I had to walk an extra 12 metres around her to do it, but in no time I was ahead of her again.