Random acts of violence

These past two days on the train to work I have experienced two things that make me understand why there are random acts of violence.
Firstly yesterday morning, a woman who sat next to me on the train with a mammoth rucksack like she was going travelling on the underground decided to barge my hand. Yes that’s right. Barge. My. Hand. Now if this was my left hand perhaps I wouldn’t have minded as much, but it was my right hand. What’s the difference? I hear you ask. The nails on my right hand are longer than those on my left, so this could have been a tragic incident something was gonna break and I’ll be damned if it’s my nail. So it’s got to be……my calmness. Not only did this heffa not apologise she seemed to have not acknowledged the incident and proceeded to get off the train. How rude. Luckily I stayed clam cos my nail never broke. If it did however there woulda been madness on the train.

So this morning, a gentleman sat opposite me who I see on my daily commute to work started coughing. As I was facing down I didn’t notice anything i.e. phlegm. But I began to notice a breeze of air hitting my hand. I looked up and he carried on coughing WITHOUT COVERING HIS FILTHY INFECTED MOUTH. I was livid. So I covered my mouth with my coat, hoping he would get the hint without me having to resort to badding him up on the train. Nope, dumbo didn’t get the memo. So I took out my mini hand sanitiser courtesy of CVS sprayed it on my hands and into the air. He got the memo. However the woman next to me had the audacity to cough like I was choking her. Listen love it’s either his SARS infected germs on the train or my clean hand sanitizer sanitising the air. Some people eh, don’t know what’s good for ‘em.

So this brings me to my first sentence, random acts of violence. I sometimes think I have deep rooted anger management issues. I mean to everyone else these may be trivial incidents. But my nails are important, I didn’t pay for them and they are real and long so maybe you can understand that? As for my OCD when it comes to coughing in confined space. Cover. Your. Mouth. Me and you are not friends even if we were I don’t want your germs in my breathing space. It’s rude and unhygienic. Don’t do it. Little things like these bother me as well…..well….let’s not get into those. But these things could drive me to going mad in public, but a girl like me has got to hold it down.