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Input: Text: only a minor fuck up, but somewhat irritating nonetheless. it happened about 2 days ago

so, i work a 9-5:30 job in london. i'm an intern, so, usually i get out of work on time, and want to get home as quick as possible.

the only way out of london from where i work by tube is the jubilee line. following on from that i get a met line home, usually takes about an hour. 

on this particular evening, i left work on time, only to find that both tube lines were part suspended due to some earlier signal failure and a trespasser on the track (i mean, what kind of a dumb fuck goes for a wander along the track at peak time?!). the crowds at the station were horrendous, and the barriers were shut off so no one was actually moving anywhere. needless to say, i decided to look for a different route home.

for some absurd reason, my brain thought calling for a cab in london would be smart. i knew it'd be expensive, but i figured it beats waiting in the crowd, and let's face it, i had no idea when i'd be able to catch a train. 

the company i called told me it would be £25 to go from where i was to baker street. bit of a bitch, but hopefully it wouldn't take me too long to get home, and sure beats travelling at rush hour with all these delays... right?

wrong.

cab arrives at 6:15, at which point i'm already a little pissed since i would normally be close to home by this point, we set off and i drift off for a bit, since i figured it'd take about an hour in traffic. 

i wake up and it's 7:10, and i know i'm not even close. we're stuck in traffic not too far from where i work, and it isn't moving. great. then i get a call from my parents, just letting me know that they've already eaten because they thought i wasn't coming home for dinner (i don't live at home). awesome... 

it's at this point i realise i have no entertainment. i don't have my work laptop, i don't have my ds and i don't have my tablet. nor do i have my headphones. if any of you have ever been in a particularly long car journey, i'm sure you'll appreciate how horrible it is when you have nothing to keep yourself busy!

i start redditing on my phone, and about 5 minutes later - it dies. apparently i missed the low battery warning. thanks samsung!

so i sit there for another half hour thinking i'll be out of this stupid car *any minute now*, at which point the driver turns the radio on, and, as if to rub salt in the wound, a newsreader says:

*there are still severe delays on the metropolitan line* - the one i plan on catching from baker street.. followed by:

*the jubilee line is now running a regular service* - yep. the one i've just spent about and hour and a half in a cab driving through the entirety of london to avoid.

finally, at 8:04, the driver pulls in at marleybone to let me get cash out, and i pay him £25 for his trouble. he drops me off at baker street, and i get out the car - only then noticing that i hadn't shut my purse properly. about £10 worth of coins fell from the purse in my hand and landed everywhere. now, i'll be damned if i'm going to leave that money for someone else to find, so i picked up the coins that had landed in the car, and then proceeded to crawl around the outside of the car on my hands and knees picking up stray coins. i got so many odd looks (likely due to the fact i was doing this in a skirt).

i scurry away, embarrassed out of my mind and just all round irritated, only to find that i have no money on my oyster card and the queue is *huge*. i stand in line, top up, then make a dash for the uxbridge train that's about to leave the platform, getting my bag caught in the doors as they shut. 

i finally sit down on the train, red faced, sweaty, and with a hole in my tights (i'm assuming from kneeling on the floor, but i didn't notice this until i was on the train). it took 40 minutes from baker street to my house, meaning i didn't get home till 9pm. on a normal day, i'd have had dinner, watched pointless and showered by this time. 

on top of all this, i was home so late i couldn't be bothered with cooking, and i live across the road from a chinese restaurant. goodbye diet!

i really wish i'd just waited for the bloody train!

TIFU by calling a cab