Felt a bit stuck
TO MAKE TOP OFF THIS SHIT DAY, I ACCIDENTLY BOUGHT SPARKLING WATER.
Introduction
Sometimes the commute affects your day. It could make you happy, and all the decisions you make that day just turn to sunshine; however, that sublimely depends on whether you commute via trains, buses, or tubes. If you drive, you get complete control of the music, the atmosphere, the temperature, and the comfort — though these luxuries don’t apply on public transport. Imagine waking up in the dentist’s chair. The light screaming into your retinas. Tearing your cornea out. Breaching the ability to see, yet there is so much light. Then you’re in the chair. Not a comfortable one. It has a lot of padding but lacks support. Someone in your mouth probably won’t link to public transport, but someone is definitely breathing in your mouth. Drinking that weird liquid that you will need to spit out entirely depends on where you buy your coffee. But the main comparison is that we don’t have control of the environment. It’s specialised to optimise the visibility of your mouth and to benefit the dentist. The tube is made for efficiency, as well as the train. Not made for comfort.
When It All Goes Right
Some days, all this is worth it because of how you are feeling. Waking up on the right side of the bed. Waking up on time, preparing lunch the night before, and the new release of your favourite podcast. Take the day in your stride and live for the complications it may cause.
When It All Goes Wrong
But then there are other days when you are duped. We think it’s a good day with sunshine and happiness, but really, it’s a shit day in disguise. Here is one of those days.
I’ve just had the worst morning imaginable. Started by missing all of my alarms. My phone decided not to go off even though I know it wasn’t on silent. So I woke up late and sprinted to the station. Haven’t showered. Got on the train and it was so bloody busy — everyone was just angry, annoyed, and so close. So I just sat back and drank my coffee. Once I got off, I sprinted to uni. Needed the loo, and I’ve never had good luck with the uni toilets. The absolute massacres I’ve seen are so intense I just can’t speak about them anymore. This time, I thought Wow, for once, a toilet that isn’t absolutely destroyed. This was a silent warrior, though. Preparing for April Fools. So I went to the loo and then went to flush — now this toilet wasn’t having it. You know, I’ve never known a toilet to be blocked in real life, but this toilet was incredibly blocked. Some bastard had clearly shoved something up there. I’m a flexible person, but there’s no way I could get my arm around a U-bend. So when I flushed, the bowl started to fill. Faster and faster.
Now, although I respect my university, I was clutching at straws. This bathroom was outside my lecture hall, and I have spent the last years trying to be respectful and building up quite a good image. So I went rogue. I ripped part of the bin off the wall and started using it as a funnel for all this water, keeping it off the floor so I wouldn’t have to mop it up. Stupidly, I chose to put said water back into the bowl. At this point, I was on my knees, soaked in water. I had lost all standing. If I were to leave at this point, there would be way too many questions. I was set on fixing this problem. So I don’t know why I did this, but I wrapped my hand up in as much toilet roll as possible and tried to push everything back. Because I wrapped everything so much, the toilet was now completely blocked. I didn’t know what to do here. So I waited and waited for a good 5 minutes. Hoped no one was waiting.
What I should say is, when I opened the door to the disabled toilets, a fellow student in a wheelchair was desperately waiting. Yeah, I felt quite shit. I ran. Then I went to find water and bought it — and it was bloody sparkling water. Absolutely fuming at this point. Sometimes the commute sets you up you to fail badly.