Mad As Fuckers Day

Today was just one of those days.
It felt as though someone had gone around with a few Border Collies and rounded up every fucknut they could find, only to release them onto the Underground network. In particular, my station.
By the time I went on my break, I was ready to slam my head against a hard surface repeatedly. I must apologise to my mate Andy, who got a "someone shoot me now" attitude when he phoned.
On the plus side, I found (well, I say found, but someone told me where it was!) a fantasic burrito place a few minutes walk from my station.