Getting the train to work is a lot less stressful than driving into Cardiff each day. Except, that is, when pushy-guy is on the train. I have the misfortune to be on the same train as this bloke at least a couple of times a week.
It’s pathetic. He’s seemingly in such a hurry to get to his place of income generation that before the train gets anywhere near the station he’s up and standing at the door. And then there’s the queue to the ticket barriers. He’s content to barge his way through the others who are content to wait their turn. Ever heard of “excuse me”? er, no.
More evidence that the world is going to Hell in a handcart. With pushy-guy leading the charge.