People (me) are ridiculous.

When someone else tries to bring their rolley suitcase onto the crowded train at 8 am, I am all How. Dare. You. However, when it is ME who must cram my rolley bag onto the train – oh how the tables are turned. I become an angry matryr for my bag’s cause. How. Dare. You. I am EXTREMELY important. And I have somewhere to BE. And anyone who does not make way for me, and my esteemed rolley bag, will get CUT.