Hang on a Moment

‘Now just hang on a moment. You don’t detach yourself to increase the common passion.’ So sayeth the new age celestial bastard in the seat behind me on the bus from London as the masterstroke of the argument I’d been avidly not listening to for most of the journey. Between his infuriating platitudes and the strident screech of his domestic disputee filtering through the earpiece of his mobile phone, I couldn’t help myself. But I maintained my isolation. At least until the common passion remark, which was too much and I turned in my seat to tell him to kindly refrain from saying, preferably, anything at all, since his misfounded rationale was only further degrading the entirety of human civilization. Or it’s equally possible, and maybe more, depending on which bookie you usually place your bets with, that I sat in my seat and, since mine was the next stop, said nothing untoward at all.

But I did think it vehemently.