Mistress Quickly (Or, how the tube is stupid)

I have decided that London public transport gets me around too quickly.

Now, I'm sure many of you who are also in London may disagree. And I understand that this is not the case when you have line closures and tube strikes and people on the tracks. But I'm not talking about those times, I'm talking about all other times.

You see, Miss Mia here has always had a habit of feeling the need to arrive early to everything, shows, parties, class, work, and so on. To add to that, I also have the habit of always being scared that I'll be late to important things. Therefore, even when I plan to arrive early, I still leave a bit earlier and get to things very early.

But, see, this is all talking about when I walk or drive places, aka, at Ithaca or home. But here I am using public transport, therefore my need to be early doesn't seem as crazy, yet somehow the tube is always against me and gets me places far too early.

My main (and possibly only real) example is yesterday. Yesterday I got off work early, at 6, because I had to see Henry IV Pt. 2 at the Globe at 7:30. To take my time, I first took out some cash. I then looked at the time, it wasn't even 6:05, so I got a Soy Chai Latte at Starbucks. It was 6:10. Went into the station, waited a bit, drank my chai, put on some Arcade Fire. Train came, and Mansion House is a fair amount of stops from Gloucester Road. I get off the train, wander slowly in the rain to Millennium Bridge, pull out my iPod to see the time... it's 6:21!

And it was raining.

And I didn't have my umbrella.

And the Globe wasn't even letting people in yet.

And I had finished my chai on the train.

So I stood under a doorway and cursed fast London transport. And later cursed it more for my early arrival because I then bought some nerdy things in the Globe shop (a Tempest mug and a Tempest shot glass).

Basically, either way you look at it (meaning slow or fast) London transport is an evil evil thing and should never be trusted. Not with your life, your money, your cat, your grandma, or your plans.

Speaking on cats and the tube, here's something I completely forgot to mention in my Cat Fancy blog post.
Last week it think it was, or maybe the week before that, in one day, I saw three, yes three, men with cats ON THE TUBE. All of their cats were in closed in baskets (two wicker, one plastic) that they placed upon their laps.
Well... actually, one man didn't do the placing, his wife did. She entered the train, placed the kitty basket on her husband's lap, then left the train. This left me wondering, did she buy a train ticket simply to place a cat on her husband's lap???

My overall conclusion?
I could really go for some high tea right now.