There is a chav on the train. I hate chavs. But I like to look at them.
They’re just so alien and you can’t help but stare at them with there greasy middle shed oiled back into an ugly floppy ponytail. Of course you can’t keep your eyes off the minging chav piercings either and not to forget the industrial sports brands.
Do they own any other style of clothing? Like I wonder what they’d look like wearing a dress… Is it possible for them to wear nice clothes?
What do they wear to weddings? Do they get married in a white adidas tracksuit? Pile all their life savings into a new gold chain to wear around their necks? Do they always have that look on their face like they’re going to mug/beat/rape/kill you? What about when they talk to each other? Do they laugh? Have any other emotions apart from rage?
As I type this, the particular chav I’m talking about is glancing my way. Can she tell I’m writing about her? Do they have some sixth sense that let’s them know when they’re being spoken about?
Anyway she has a look on her face as if to say when we get off this train she’s going to take my purse, my phone and leave me beaten in Fleshmarket Close.
Such a scary life I lead.
When you say to someone “I’m going for a shower” it generally means you are going for a shower. So what’s the point of standing outside the bathroom and asking if you’re in the shower when its bloody obvious that the water is running and the door is locked. You would think that that someone would be able to put the pieces together and come to the conclusion that you are in fact in the shower. I mean, never mind you telling them that you’re going for a shower. So what if they never listened to you telling them that? You would still assume that by disappearing upstairs for ten to fifteen minutes that that person would be able to tell that you’re in the shower and not be stupid and ask if you are. Like saying “I’m going for a shower” obviously means I will be locking myself in the bathroom to wash myself… Where?… In the shower. So please… Stop being stupid. You don’t have to listen to me when I talk but you can at least use your common sense. (Lmao rant over.)