Not another train story!

I just read Scott’s entry, and didnt want to write a subway story as well. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut, i cant resist. ha.

If youre using the U6 right now, i pity you.
I just used it, and usually it takes around 10-15 minutes to get home. Not today. According to the nnouncement there is some fire or something at the U6 station Längenfeldgasse, which causes the traffic to go damn slow. Like… DAMN slow.

At every station we had to wait for like 15 minutes, and the train was of course crowded. There is just something weird about being stuck between people you never met before, smelling them, being touched by them (no no, not a softcore porno!), and listen to what they are chit chatting about. This can be interesting, but not if you are up since 4am, running around and working until 4pm. I wasnt in my best mood, actually, the mood could be described as: annoyed and not really friendly or social.
While Turbonegro calmed me with their song “final warning”, a young woman and her kid (they got on the train at the same station like me and continued to stay very darn close to me) stood next to me. The kid was adorable, and usually i am not very fond of them. Anyways, i was ready to get out of the train and walk the 5 stations home, no matter what. I was deeply annoyed, tired, overworked and stressed out. I sighed more than one time, and tried to lean against the moveable middlepart – wall of the train, which nearly caused me to slip, which didnt really make me more happy. So, while the last part of my patience comitted suicide due the strong force of annoyance, something sweet happened. The little girl, a kid not older than probably 3 years, grabbed my finger. The mother was shocked first, surely because of my not so happy face. But the kid kept clinging to my finger and smiling like i am the Easter Bunny himself. I had to smile too, which is uncommon when i am turning into a furious mindless bitch. So, instead of jumping out and scream and bitch about the whole situation i stood there, smiling, and playing with the little girl. For a long long time. She didnt get bored, neither did i, and the mother was happy that she was able to talk on the mobile while i distracted her little daughter.

So, you might ask what’s the point of this post?
Another rant?
Even as a moody bitch like i am you can find a some sort of happy relief if you stop drowning in anger and simply look around and calm down.
Fascinating thing. Really. Even more since a 3 year old girl showed me how to get over a fucked up situation.

Thank you, little cute girl.

2 Comments so far

  1. scott partee (unregistered) on March 31st, 2006 @ 7:33 am

    Great story!

    This has been my life since I had a child (well, my wife had the child, I just sort of helped get her started).

    No matter how crappy my day or what sort of mood I’m in, when I get home, my baby is stoked to see me and there’s no way I can remain grumpy. It’s awesome.

  2. Meral (unregistered) on March 31st, 2006 @ 8:47 am

    I agree with Scott-this is a great story.
    I am not fond of children generally, but I must admit those little creatures can illuminate our tired, annoyed, distressed, angry minds (or souls, whichever you chose to believe). But they can also cause annoyance. You’re lucky to meet that little girl in such a situation. I don’t want to imagine your situation if that girl was crying, asking for this or that (or both), etc…

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