August 21st 2014 21:00
OMG. On my first day to work at a new job I stopped by Martin Place station – which tends to be quieter than Wynyard – to get a train timetable. But as usual whenever I have to get something done quickly there was another stupid talking primate in front of me in the queue with a complicated request.
“And how do I catch the train to Chatswood?”, “How do I change trains?”, “Which platform do I get onto at Town Hall?”, “How do I insert the ticket into the ticket barrier?” were some of her many stupid questions. Oh and “Do they tell you what the next stop is?”, “How long does it take to get to Chatswood?”
Patience I told myself but I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I also notice a queue started to form behind me.
“Can I have a handwritten receipt?” she now asked. Oh my God, is this going to take forever?
Finally it was my turn. It only took me ten seconds. “Stupid retard,” I said aloud in annoyance before realising she was standing nearby. Oh well, serves her right for being a cretin.