A couple of nights ago my wife and I were sat at home, slightly inebriated, and very…VERY hungry.
We had been going back and forth about what we wanted to eat. It was our Friday night and were were definitely going to be eating bad, shitty, unhealthy, delicious food.
After much debating I made a decision and said, “I’m going to order a pizza”.
“Oh, OK”, she replied.
There was a pause.
“Do you want one?”
Oh how we laughed!
Partly because it was funny…but mostly because it was true.
Its bad enough that I have to change trains ONE stop before my stop, but its even worse when the connecting train is delayed.
But they don’t just tell us it’s 30 minutes late.
They say its 10 minutes late, and then when the 10 minutes is nearly up they add on another 5 minutes and then another 10 minutes etc…until the train finally fucking arrives.
Annoyingly I need to pick up some provisions from ASDA tonight which is practically a stone’s throw from the station I’m stood at.
If I’d known I was going to be stuck here for 30 minutes I would’ve walked to ASDA and got my shit to carry on the train for the ONE stop to my car.
But no…now I have to drive all the way BACK here.
Thanks Friday….you just had to get the boot in before the weekend.