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Top it all off with a silver fox
8th November 2007
Don’t you just hate it when you wake up and it’s raining? Because rain doesn’t just signify dank miserable precipitation and just general gloomy weather, but a whole chain of unconceivable events.
First of all there are the clothes all ready and waiting that you’d laid out the night before, now redundant because the weather, rather than being “overcast with intermittent sunshine”, as the weather man had optimistically stated, was in fact just “constant rain”. So you then have to think of something completely different, and matched to the typical English weather, which is now matched to your mood. You’re late for college.
This then involves an energetic and highly embarrassing sprint from your front door to the bus stop, your breakfast churning with every squelching foot step. You get to the bus stop to see the bus pulling away, laughing comrades in tow. So you’ve missed your first lesson, and a whole load of fun awaits you for missing that one “crucial” lesson where the entire curriculum was covered, or so it would seem as you try and catch up in your lunch break.
So you trundle back up the road, feet sodden, umbrella reversed – basically a complete mess. All you feel like doing now is going back to your warm, cosy bed with a nice cuppa and a well deserved “Friends” session. Your mother, however, has other ideas. Here comes the rant about how “you should have got up ten minutes earlier” and “surely your hair doesn’t take that long to perfect?” Yes mother, well done, that’s all very good in hindsight, but not much use to me now is it, so quite your constant nagging!
An hour later and you’re finally sitting on your favourite mode of public transport, the bus; seats thick with grime from a thousand savoury passengers, windows running with disease ridden condensation. Just lovely! This tiresome journey that takes you from A to B with no extra thrills, all for extra cost, passing the same sheep, perhaps in a slightly different arrangement and if someone just so much as gets on at a different stop, the excitement damn near kills you. Now, as you try and place what academic joys are to follow, you feel a sudden rush of freezing, damp air. The silver fox in front has opened the window. So, being a kind and considerate citizen, you sit in glacial conditions for what seems like a lifetime until you eventually decide that enough is enough – you storm down the bus and slam it shut, to everyone’s relief. The man then starts getting sarky, going on about how “the young show no consideration for others”. Did he ask his fellow passengers whether he could open the window on this arctic winter morning? I don’t think so.
Could your day get any worse?
Miffy Kilby