One minute I had my £6,000 travel card in my hand, the next minute I could barely breathe because the train had started moving and my first thought was the card is there, on the platform somewhere, my trusty £6,000 card, with my face before I lost weight on, which I took out a loan and paid £6,000 for. £6,000 on a platform in Colchester train station, which I'm leaving behind at 15,896,547 Mph.
Of course by this time I was already going through my bag and pockets like there's no tomorrow, and what happened next made me really happy.
A slightly older than middle-aged gentleman spoke to me in a reassuring voice asking if I was looking for my travel card. There and then in that moment I knew that either he was a total cunt, having seen me lose it before we got on this train and said nothing, or a little angel who can somehow see the card somewhere I can't.
The latter turned out to be the case, and I thought wow, I do love random nice people on public transport. Like that guy who just gave me the 20p I needed for my bus journey that one night.
And then when I got to Liverpool Street I got the chance to pay it forward so to say. This young schoolgirl dropped a £10 note and didn't notice it. Guess who was there to save the day.
I expect karma points, because I'm not sure it works in reverse.
It's been a lovely Wednesday.
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So it turns out tinder isn't the worst thing that could have ever happened to me.
But I suppose later on that in my future posts, because so far all I shall say is I have been impersonating the Cheshire Cat for the best part of the last 9 days. Prepare your body for the incoming cheese:
It has been like nothing I have ever experienced before.
That's it, won't say any more for now, even though my insides are trembling with how much I want to express everything to the outside world. Shout it off the rooftops if you will...
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