Public transport is slowly making me inane.
This evening I sat in that damned uncomfortable, harshly lit, filthy, urine soaked box with a group of people whose common courtesy was either good (one person) or non-existent (everyone else). And encouraged by their shared general apathy, flipped disinterestedly through a nasty free tabloid purporting to be a newspaper, (I guess you do get what you pay for), and made a half hearted attempt to solve the dull crossword and read my notes from class. Get home, microwave leftovers, sit on the couch in silence ignoring my phone and praying that I can get through the evening’s checklist before midnight.
Public transport is quickly making me inane.
Tedium is the worst pain
- Grendel, John Gardner