As well as the train journey from Leamington Spa to Wolverhampton, the final bit of my journey is a bus ride from Wolverhampton bus station to my house. Tonight's ride was interesting, as it was the first time I had ever spoken to someone in the bus shelter. It went like this:
Me: "Could you put out your cigarette, please?" Her (all of which is said in .5 seconds): "I'll smoke if I want to. I was here before you. Why don't you move? There are plenty of other places you could sit. Everyone else smokes."
Now, guess her age. I'll describe her like this - she's a middle aged version of the Vicky Pollard character on "Little Britain" - Yes but, no but, yes but, no but... This thought crept into my mind immediately. I said, "You are so full of shit. You know that character called Vicky on "Little Britain"? You're like a middle aged version of her." Surprisingly, our conversation ended then. I know it fuelled the rest of her evening however. When we boarded the bus, she sat in the back and a friend boarded not long afterward. The discussion was all about smoking, and how considerate she was by not smoking in her house. For example she wouldn't let her 15 year old smoke. That even though she only let her older child smoke in the house when he/she/it was 18, although he/she/it protested from the age of 16. That "even though I have asthma, I'll smoke if I want to".