The suckers of St Alban's never get a seat on the train

The only solace I get from paying a ridiculous train fair from Harpenden - is that mostly I get a seat.

So I am happily reading my Metro - lost in a world of Government Propaganda (the recession is over - in fact - we are booming!! as opposed to last week - when the wheels were about to fall off) - when the train pulls up to St Albans.

What a sorry looking lot those St Albaner's are - I watch them - from the corner of my eye - scurrying about - as the train pulls in - desperately trying to position themselves - to be closest to the door - and therefore with the best chance of possibly getting that last cramped seat.

Invariably - the first through the door - is a barrel built woman - with an intense (and some would say evil stare).

I don't make eye contact - I don't want to share in someone's unseated plight.

Sometimes a skinny young corporate male - will be first - an "I'm going to be number one type". Uptight pricks that lot.

I don't care - and I don't pity them - have any of them ever complained about the "shit" train service they are getting.

Probably not.

So too bad - and don't take your frustration out on those fortunate to have seats!