This morning I was forced onto the buses by a failed train at Liverpool South Parkway.
Then some pompous woman accused me of trying to push in the bus queue (which I wasn’t; I was doing the Trio ticket shuffle, a long-standing Liverpool tradition whereby people with passes form a separate line to those paying cash fares).
I was in a grumpy mood due to the aforementioned unavailability of train services, but was too tired to come up with a reply other than a sarcastic, “you’re a happy person, aren’t you?”
I’ve just thought of a much wittier reply to her, but it’s now obviously far too late.