The anticool

Well I told all the people at the blog meetup tonight that I’d post this. So I’d better do so.

A message to the bloke sitting opposite me on the train this morning: Hey mate, you may find it effortless to look terminally cool sitting there, but it all went out the window when you got up to get off the train, and so nonchalantly went to stand at the wrong door to exit. Having to turn around again when you realised was definitely not cool. Where did you think you were? Richmond?