Off The Rails

People that know me will know the following, I don’t like confrontation, I don’t like public situations that lead to embarrassment (towards me that is, I can’t get enough of embarrassing others) and I don’t like paying for things and if I do then I certainly don’t like paying over the odds.

Next I have been told that I think too much and not about the good stuff, Things like someone will say to me, “You would look good in Pink:” I would go home and think jeez, maybe he thinks I’m gay or maybe he is gay or maybe he thinks that if I was wearing pink I would look like one big pink blob with a dash of ginger hair on top. Any who imagine if you will, putting all these personal elements in a big jar so everyone can see and shaking it up and you get the following incident.

Monday comes and usually I will buy a weekly ticket for the princely sum of $20.80, however due to a combination of being in a rush and not having any cash I chanced it and succeeded. Come Tuesday still riding high on the wave of low level crime I decided to hedge my bets again, playing the flash the old ticket game. Now I get to the ticket gate and I’ll set the scene, there were police to the left of me, police to the right, the joker in the middle was me, I had gone too far, there was no turning back, I flashed the ticket and made it about half a metre before I hear the words “Sorry mate can I take a look at that”…..heart doubles in size. I keep on walking thinking if I can get to the street I’ll run. Any who I get about ten metres and I get a tap on the shoulder. Turn round and there are two coppers stood there. The conversation resulted in a warning ticket and a telling off, despite me trying to bamboozle him with long words like “implications” and “suffice to say” just to let him know that I wasn’t an Oik or a Chav. This incident has played heavy on my conscious of recent and has sent my thinking levels into overtime. The only positive to come from it is that I can reassure myself and parents that I will never be one of the backpackers who smuggles drugs out of the country.

Just cos I’m street don’t mean we can’t still be friends, that’s all I’m saying.