We've all been there. Waiting to get on a plane and then suddenly the rush of morons skipping in front of you. Well, today, it wasn't a plane but a train and the impatient was a well-dressed man in his sixties. In spite of me (and bicycle) standing right next to the train door as it opened, he managed to step to the side of me and attempt to get in before me. I immediately told him to get back, that there was a queue, and that patience was a virtue. He told me not to get excited. And so, when I got on the train in front of him with bicycle underarm, I whipped my tail (the rear wheel) and hit him on the leg. 'Oops, sorry', I said. 'Didn't see you there.'
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