I HATE MORNINGS KTHNX

[rebness]

I'm on the bloody 7am shift for the first time in bloody months. I only flew back from England last night and then I was kept awake by singing Argentinians and my flatmate's dog up until 5am, so it was no surprise when, shuffling like a zombie towards the train station, I somehow ended up on the wrong train and in Ripollet, which is I don't know where, somewhere in Catalonia, I think. It's also in the opposite direction of work. D'oh!

I decided that I should get a taxi on the last leg of the journey as I was already forty minutes late for work. The taxi driver didn't have change of €10. I only had British money and that one note on me, so we reached a stalemate - I wasn't giving a €5 tip and he didn't want to let go of his change. 

So what he did was this: he wrote out a note with his taxi number and the sum and asked me that the next time I got a cab, to please give the €5 then so that his colleague could pass it on. 

My first, shameful thought, was "Ahahaa! Free taxi ride! Sucker!" 

And now I'm sitting here at work, staring at that note and I'll have to pay it because it's such a base, British thing not to pay. Huh.