The conscience is a wonderful thing

Last night as I was walking from work to the train station I needed to pee really badly. I never go at the train stations as they are usually pretty gross! But as I was about to leave the bathroom I noticed someone’s (expensive) cell phone laying on the paper towel holder.

Now I am NOT the kind of person who could steal something. I know that I had 2 choices here. To hand it into the station office OR to call a number in the phone book labelled “home”, “mum”, “dad” or “work”, or something similar. Here’s my dilemma… I never have any credit on my cell. So to make the call I would have had to call from the landline at home. A home which is a good hour and a half away from the station I was at.

I was going to go with this choice as I knew that I would try my hardest to get the phone back to the rightful owner. However the minute I put the phone into my back – full of good intentions – my conscience whacked me in the gut. It felt like stealing. It looked like stealing. I felt GUILTY of stealing.

So I did the next best thing and handed it into the station office. I felt bad as I doubt QR will actually do much about it.. but I felt worse taking it home. (and reading this it sounds selfish. I can’t win huh?)

So karma got back at me, and this was what happened afterwards:

1 – My train got changed from an express train to the end of the line (which is my stop.. yes I live in the middle of nowhere!) to an all stations train which only went about 3/4s of the way.

2 – I get off at Central and the lovely loud speaker lady informs us – constantly – that there is a “fault” in the systems and all trains are cancelled. (Joy!)

3 – The underground platforms experience overcrowding and I nearly faint because of the heat

4 – I get pushed and shoved while waiting for the trains to resume and bite my dam lip, get elbowed in the rips and nearly get my backpack ripped of me because “it was taking up to much room”

5 – Did I mention the Nausea? No? well for all of you who have had the joy of visiting Central Brisbane station you will know that there is a McDonalds right above the platforms. (next level) Usually McDonalds doesn’t bother me, but this one is always so dam greasy! So I was trying very very hard not to puke on about 10 different people

6 – When they finally get going.. a LOT later, there is now of course overcrowding on the train. Luckily I was right by the doors so I got a seat, but not without a lot of pushing and shoving going around first! The trains have 2 rows of specialty seats designed for the elderly, disabled, pregnant or people with babies. Yeah people don’t believe that I am pregnant! So I have no chance in hell of getting one of those seats. Not because they are taken up by the proper people.. because they are taken up by snobby losers who want the best seats in the house train.

7 – When I get back to my car (finally!) I have a terrifying moment of turning the key, and nothing happening. I get the GRRgrrGRRgrrGRRgrrrr of the car trying to start.. but nothing. Luckily it eventually started!

I get home and I feel like shit. So shitty I can’t even eat tea! (actually I don’t think I have eaten a evening meal all week) So I go to bed at 8pm, and wake up this morning exhausted… Again.

So yesterday was a great day. I hope today’s better!