December 14, 2013
There is not a better word to describe how I feel right now.
I am a little under the influence after running around Central london with 1000 other revellers but the sentiment is just the same.
On the way home from a fun filled day out dressed as Santa in Central London, we pilled into a Central Line tube to make our way home. Now I am all for some drunken shenanigans, a bit of banter and lighthearted piss taking cos of course that is par for the course of a Friday night in London.
However, what I will not tolerate is full blown ignorance and bullying.
So the tube is full, a lady gets on and she is a large kinda lady. She spots what she thinks is a seat and sits down. In fact it’s not quite a whole seat it just so happens that the two blonde Essex birds that are giggling to full effect next to one another are so slim that they only take up one seat between them.
But anyways the plus sized lady (who looks like she has just come out of a twelve hour cleaning job) sits down unknowingly starting awhole heap of grief.
The young quiffed hair, loafer wearing wide boy who thinks he is ten times more good looking than he is decides it is his place to make a point. A point against people who take up more than one seat.
Apparently it “is sooo rude” and we shouldn’t “sit back and let it happen”.
By now the whole carriage is trying to work out whats going on. And in all honest there is nothing more than 2 skinny girls and a fat lady sitting on two seats designed for two people. But you would think it was the crime of the century the way this arsehole was carrying on.
So to save any further upset , embarrassment or disruption. I stood up allowing everyone else to shuffle down and ensuring that everyone else had a seat. Problem solved.
“So what are you some kind of Marta?” Came the accusation.
I am just some idiot prepared to stand up and try and defuse a situation. So then the attention turned to me and I become the target of further ridicule. By now my friends had for off at Liverpool Street and I was fair game.
All I could do was tolerate their in jokes, intimidating glares and snide comments.
When he and his adoring fan club departed the tube at Stratford I was well and truly fuming, the “have a nice day” comment was the last straw.
I spat back “have a nice life you arsehole” as he left the tube, to which I received a sympathetic smile from the girl who had been deprived of her seat in the first place, who sheepishly followed him .
I spent the next few underground stops shaking and crying in rage. Why is it ok to be so rude to someone purely based on their size , and why out of a tube full of passengers was I the only one to stand up for that poor lady?
Even now I am at home in bed ready to sleep of my festivities furious with hoe my night ended. I am still do irate at how that idiot made me feel. And how it seems ok for someone to abuse someone so blatantly.
Goodnight and godless xxx