Train Pests
Not talking here about mice, rats, mosquitoes or blowflies, I'm talking about those people that travel the trains under the impression that there is no one else travelling on it except them!
Managed to nab myself one of those quiet please (no mobiles, no talking loudly, no music out of the earphones) type carriages on the train - great for really losing yourself in a good book, and which I had. Next thing you know some loud mouthed chavette gets on, speaking at the top of her voice (these people don't know how to talk normally, ever), sits down not two metres from the next carriage and then gets all narky, sarcastic and snitty when she is politely informed that it's a quiet carriage. So what does this chavette do.. well for one she doesn't walk the two metres into the next carriage where you can make noise, and the following eight carriages thereafter, she takes her chavette self off down the carriage the other way ranting and raving on her phone about rude people, the government and conspiracy! Good grief!
Well at least she didn't sit herself next to me, spread her legs wide, flick open a broadsheet and call the wife to say that they were on the usual and be in at the usual!
PS: for those of you who don't know, a chavette (according to the urban dictionary) will have at least 5 of the following characteristics; gold hoop earrings big enough for a parrot to sit on; pink/blue velour tracksuit; white trainers/stilettos; burbery anything; fag in hand; "Croydon Facelift" caused by pulling her hair into a ponytail so tightly that it stretches her face; caked on makeup; sullen look; upraised middle finger; low slung jeans; pushchair and baby.
Managed to nab myself one of those quiet please (no mobiles, no talking loudly, no music out of the earphones) type carriages on the train - great for really losing yourself in a good book, and which I had. Next thing you know some loud mouthed chavette gets on, speaking at the top of her voice (these people don't know how to talk normally, ever), sits down not two metres from the next carriage and then gets all narky, sarcastic and snitty when she is politely informed that it's a quiet carriage. So what does this chavette do.. well for one she doesn't walk the two metres into the next carriage where you can make noise, and the following eight carriages thereafter, she takes her chavette self off down the carriage the other way ranting and raving on her phone about rude people, the government and conspiracy! Good grief!
Well at least she didn't sit herself next to me, spread her legs wide, flick open a broadsheet and call the wife to say that they were on the usual and be in at the usual!
PS: for those of you who don't know, a chavette (according to the urban dictionary) will have at least 5 of the following characteristics; gold hoop earrings big enough for a parrot to sit on; pink/blue velour tracksuit; white trainers/stilettos; burbery anything; fag in hand; "Croydon Facelift" caused by pulling her hair into a ponytail so tightly that it stretches her face; caked on makeup; sullen look; upraised middle finger; low slung jeans; pushchair and baby.
posted by Tresi at 8:08 pm
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