More irrefutable evidence that I am becoming a miserable old sod. A couple of teenagers sat next to me on the train yesterday; a boy and a girl. The girl did all the talking:

“Anyway, like, she was like, you know, so like I was like ‘you’re so, like, you know, er .. you know’ and she was all like ‘yeah like whatever’ you know”

Amazingly, he claimed he did know. While he stayed on the right side of her by nodding periodically at her I was living the teeth drilling scene in Marathon Man. I simply couldn’t bear to listen to her nor could I block her out. I know I have alow tolerance for annoyance but even I was surprised at how agitated all this was making me.
My options seemed to be:

(1) Tell her that if she didn’t stop saying “like” I was going to push her off the train;

(2)Â Throw myself off the train;

(3) Just skip the warning and shoot her.

Then I remembered, o blessed thing, the fact I had my walkman with me. I fumbled in my backpack like a fox in a bin, whining to myself. Headphones on. Please please please let the batteries not have run down. “Yes!”, I made a little air punching gesture and as McLusky flooded into my ears I noticed that the pantomime desperation I’d been gripped by had actually drawn the attention of the torturess herself. She gave me a pitying look and pressed on numbingly.

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