(Sorry about the blurriness; I couldn't be bothered to mess with the digital camera so I used the webcam. It could do with a bit of exercise anyway. :P)
There was going to be a longish rant here about idiots in cars who think it's funny/cute to beep their horn at you. But since having a shower has mellowed me out, it'll be slightly shorter.
I was beeped at whilst walking up the main road after work earlier. This is annoying at the best of times, since my instinct is to look and then realise they're beeping at someone else entirely - except this time, I was confronted by some idiot gawping at me and waving. No, I didn't know them. I was wearing tight-ish jeans (not by choice; my arse has expanded) and was the only female on the pavement, but that's no excuse. The male argument at this point would be "You should be flattered" - screw that, thank you very much. My argument is that blokes who beep their car horns at women on the street should have said car horns wired into their privates so they get a similar shock when they decide to beep at said women. Negative conditioning and all that.
Because, y'see, when I've just left work, am listening to my MP3-er and am also tired and grumpy, when I get a sudden shock like a loud noise, my first instinct is to lash out and kill things. In which case, the idiot waving at me should be very glad he was safely behind the protective body of the car, and that he wasn't stuck in traffic.
Also annoying was the fact that I had to wait for the next train because the 5.35ish, peak time train from Snow Hill to Stourbridge Junction was two carriages long, so by the time it'd even left bloody Snow Hill it was rammed. I suspect it may also have been late, as the next one turned up a lot sooner than I was expecting. That one wasn't much better, either, being only three carriages long, but that one carriage makes a hell of a difference. Whose bright bloody idea was that, anyway? Yes, encourage people to use public transport, but make sure it's unreliable, uncomfortable, and generally unpredictable before you do so. I wish I was that clever. Really.
Er, yes. Despite this, all is now well in the world, as we're having exotic-sounding sausages and mash for tea (some of them have cheese in!) and if I'm not exhausted tomorrow I'll be going to see butterflyburn's band, Sinistra, at Scruffy Murphy's tomorrow. In which case, I apologise in advance if I don't make it...