Sometimes it is me!

I offer this to anyone who knows how irritated I can get by the smallest things. 


Getting off the train at Euston, I sling my Tumi handbag over my shoulder. 


In my bag is my wallet with my tickets. 


The zip at the back on my bag connects with the belt loop at the back of my trousers. 


So I can't now neither reach my wallet nor get my bag anywhere near the front of me. 


Explaining this to the ticket numpty elicited a dumb stare. 


So I had to ask a member of the public if they'd help me. 


Two refused and I can hardly blame them. 


The third saw the comic value in the whole exercise and by this time I had gathered a small crowd. 


Finally jeans and bag were separated and I could go along my way.