Choo Choo Train of Horror

This morning I did something new and groundbreaking. I caught public transport to work. After experiencing the clogging of roads on my route to work and the expense of petrol, I worked out that I would save at least $30 if I swallowed my pride, talked myself out of getting blown up by terrorists and schlepped it with the masses on the train. After some initial communication concerns with the indian behind the counter at 7-11 over my weekly ticket, I got a coffee (mistake number one) and sat on the bench awaiting my train. I had to be assured by a fellow sitting next to me that it would indeed stop at Melbourne Central as there was no information at the station to suggest that the City Loop would stop there.
The train arrives 4 mins late and like an obese convention at the buffet at Sizzler, everybody lurched into the carriages which were already bursting at the seams. Finally wriggled my way in where I was jammed into the door and the train heaved forward and the contents of some of my coffee went all over my hand and the back of some guys jacket. After some dabbing with tissues and apologetic reassurance I grasped a pole with my pinky and proceeded to discover intimacy with strangers that I'd never known. I was so close to this old dudes chest, I felt like having a cigerette afterwards. Stations whizzed by and without glasses I exasperatedly squinted at the fuzzy signs stating where we were stopping (as there was no warning or voice over). When I saw 2 individual words with a space, I assumed it was Melbourne Central and trotted off towards work. So after a fairly ordinary preceding week & weekend of feeling out of sorts and down, I decided to cheer myself up with CD at JB Hi Fi. As I patiently waited at the enquiries section for some assistance on ordering "The Knife" (which ofcourse given my luck was sold out), my bored gaze turned to all the little office workers spilling in on their lunch hour...and there appeared one of those faces that you most certainly do not want to see... in the form of a failed past romance otherwise known as my version of "EVIL" Mr Big who ended up engaged and seperated to a single-white-female-girlfriend of mine. Nice!!! After taking a while to register who it was (more squinting), and overting my eyes when our eyes met whilst covering my face with my hair...I quickly wrote my details on the order form and got the hell outta there. I don't think I have ever fled a retail store so quickly in my life. I almost knocked over some women and children in my desperate bid to escape. Ah well...you do wonder why certain people cross your path, and maybe it's so I could take some delight in the fact that he's become portly and got a lot of grey hair !!! That's one skeleton in the closet that I do not want to dance with EVER AGAIN. Now I have to mentally prepare myself for the ride home. I'll just shut my eyes and reassure myself that it's a "social experiment".