Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Application for Grumpy Status
I don’t know at which point you officially become a “Grumpy Old Man”, I doubt very much it’s in your early thirties, but I could be wrong.
Unfortunately, I’ve just realised that is exactly what I have become.
I’m currently sitting on the train heading towards Exeter. The next carriage is the Quiet car, and quite correctly a man has wandered out of that carriage to take his phone call in the vestibule.
This is good; this is the correct thing to do.
However, he keeps wandering around the vestibule making the door between my carriage and the vestibule open and closes all the time, bringing the noise and wind into the carriage.
I’m finding myself slowly getting more and more annoyed by this, but because of my inbuilt “Britishness setting” I’m not going to complain or tell him off.
I’m just going to carry on sitting here getting more wound up, and grumpy.