I’m certain train stations only exist to reinforce my hate for civilisation, or more specifically, people.
They’re always there, getting under your feet, dipping through oncoming traffic, or just being obnoxious to those around them. Stopping suddenly because they need to check their phones; for the latest news no doubt. Sitting opposite and purposely, it seems, canning me into the window like a giraffe in a paddling pool.
Just all around irritation.
Carrying a hardback around comes in handy. If someone, anyone, dares to push it too far then one blunt blow to the back of their head and THWACK!
That’s their commute over.