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Jan. 23rd, 2008
My commute this morning
Jan. 23rd, 2008 09:02 amIt started out like all my workdays...I bought my newspaper and walked to Waterloo to take the Jubilee Line. Nothing unusual. However, when I got in the queue for the front door, I noticed a short pudgy guy next to me. Obviously, he was someone who didn't realise the unspoken rule that, at these Jubilee Line stations (the ones with doors) you get into a queue, one at each side of the door, to wait patiently for the train.
The train arrived, and we politely let the passengers off, as we are constantly being reminded to do. Then we began to file onto the train. There was some kind of holdup in front of us, and the woman in front of me stopped. I stopped too, and suddenly I was violently shoved from behind, and the short pudgy man, who was doing the shoving, said, rather loudly: "Come on, don't stop, get on the train!" I gave him a look, put my hand out, and shoved him right back on the platform. I was hoping that the train doors would close, but unfortunately, they didn't. He then got on behind me. The rest of the journey was very tense; he seemed to think that he'd "won", but shouting loudly at a stranger in the Underground is Just Not Done.
I have since thought about a few ripostes, among which the best (IMHO) is "Well, I see that you're quite eager to get into work to continue embezzling from your employer while your wife is cheating on you." Unfortunately, I didn't think of that one until I had nearly gotten to the building in which I toil for my crust.
The train arrived, and we politely let the passengers off, as we are constantly being reminded to do. Then we began to file onto the train. There was some kind of holdup in front of us, and the woman in front of me stopped. I stopped too, and suddenly I was violently shoved from behind, and the short pudgy man, who was doing the shoving, said, rather loudly: "Come on, don't stop, get on the train!" I gave him a look, put my hand out, and shoved him right back on the platform. I was hoping that the train doors would close, but unfortunately, they didn't. He then got on behind me. The rest of the journey was very tense; he seemed to think that he'd "won", but shouting loudly at a stranger in the Underground is Just Not Done.
I have since thought about a few ripostes, among which the best (IMHO) is "Well, I see that you're quite eager to get into work to continue embezzling from your employer while your wife is cheating on you." Unfortunately, I didn't think of that one until I had nearly gotten to the building in which I toil for my crust.
It's been a struggle, but...
Jan. 23rd, 2008 11:38 am...I finally retrieved my cassock and cotta from Parcelforce today. It was sent early this month, but Parcelforce continually tried to deliver it (or said they did) but did not leave a card. Thus, I didn't know they had been doing this until the vestment company called to ask whether I'd received it. We determined that Parcelforce should try delivery to St. Matthew's Church next door, and they assured us that they would (on the 15th) but never bothered. Yesterday they delivered it to the church and I picked it up before going off to my Business Committee of Bishop's Council meeting and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spwebdesign's birthday party. It fits, although the cassock itself is just about 1/4" too long and drapes almost to the floor. The cotta is quite long too and has a single row of lace--no miles of tat for me! The cassock has a closed collar as I don't particularly care for the open collar on people who are not clergy--lots of the gubbinses underneath show through.
I will ensure that HWMBO takes a picture of me wearing the outfit plus the biretta that St. John's clergy and servers usually wear. I haven't worn a cassock for almost thirty years now.
spwebdesign's birthday party. It fits, although the cassock itself is just about 1/4" too long and drapes almost to the floor. The cotta is quite long too and has a single row of lace--no miles of tat for me! The cassock has a closed collar as I don't particularly care for the open collar on people who are not clergy--lots of the gubbinses underneath show through. I will ensure that HWMBO takes a picture of me wearing the outfit plus the biretta that St. John's clergy and servers usually wear. I haven't worn a cassock for almost thirty years now.
