Me versus a crowd of hundreds

The throng exited the train this morning at London Bridge at the same time as hundreds of other people, and that whole ‘wall of people’ thing got going, the one where your steps get short and fast as if you’re all moving a phalanx into formation, and the station attendents open the gates to prevent chaos happening when someone’s travelcard doesn’t work. One person was going the other way. Crowd-manoeuvring etiquette might suggest that you shift your body sideways and walk almost crab-like, cutting through the crowd as unobtrusively as possible but it wasn’t for him. He marched forward, shoulders squared, bashing into everyone and anyone to get where he was going, wearing a facial expression that looked half like he was ready for a barney with the first person that tutted at him, and half like the one my cat wears on the litter tray.

Idiot.