My lecture was cancelled yesterday. Of course I didn't find out until I got in to the university, traveling all the way from Cardiff to Caerleon via Newport. Got caught out on the train and had to pay like £4 for a return, which I then lost. This morning, out of paranoia, I brought a ticket. I tried to use my railcard but the guy said I couldn't use it before 10.

"Well, this thing's alot of fucking good, isn't it?" I say, mainly to myself, throwing my card down on the side.
"There's no need for language like that," muttered the guy behind the thick glass. I couldn't believe it. It's not as if I was talking to him, or making a personal attack on him, I was just showing my annoyance. I looked him directly in the eye and said "Who are you to try and censor me?" - I was close to exploding on him but tried my best to control myself.
"What?"
"Who are you to try and censor me?"
The guy just looked at me as if I'd just eaten his first born or something.
"Look, could you please just give me my ticket so I can get on my train?" I said calmly.
"Well, I don't know if I want to serve you with an attitude like that."
I just rolled my eyes, picked up my money, and used to ticket window next to him, calmly and politely, even though inside I wanted to scream at him at the top of my lungs.

This could have serious repercussionss for me. Fascist assholes like him like to cause trouble for people like me, they feel this sense of righteous indignation in everything they do, that they have a bead on the world. If I see him again I willapologizee. He'll feel like he's won some major victory for himself, his sense of "morality" will be fufilled. Personally, I just don't want the hassle and so I will keep the fucking ticket-monkey happy, if I have to.

Serves me right for buying a ticket, I guess.