Trains revisited - ban summer holidays, don't talk to me and make puzzle purchases less obscure

Sometimes I get the train in a bad mood.  As I am getting the train for work it annoys me when I see people getting the train for pleasure.  The schools have or are breaking up here and there are children and parents everywhere looking red faced, eager and jolly with pick n mixes and colouring books which I wish I had.  I see what I imagine to be students with back packs and crampons all ready to traverse mountains and skite across lakes.  There are elderly couples enjoying their retirement unwrapping sandwiches from tin foil and bringing out tissues and kit kats.

On the 8.41 to Aberdeen the other day there was even what looked like a group of happy workmates all travelling together to a conference.  When I am in a good mood I tend to move seats so people can sit next to each other but if I am in a bad mood I tend to do the "I got there early, I never once took my eye off the board so I could see which platform it was on, I had my ticket (not my seat reservation) the right side up for the machine, I know that front train means the end of the platform and I sprinted to coach C to get a seat as that is where the unreserved seats are - you want a good seat, don't meander, don't take up valuable space at the ticket counter asking what train to get and what platform it leaves from, research it in advance like us regular train people do and don't be buying stuff from the trolley like us regular train people don't and biggest of all - don't but don't try to engage me in conversation on the 8.41 to Aberdeen, I am in the zone and don't want to be distracted from my sudoko by your frivolous and jolly chat or pleading glances under the pretence at looking out the window.  If you do, I shall either clean my headphones out in front of you, fall asleep on you or spend the journey plucking my eyebrows in front of you.  You are warned."

I like to steadily accumulate rubbish in my laptop bag for the bins in the trains.  It's not as if I don't have a bin or several in fact but I like to think that people will be watching me admiringly thinking, "isn't that lady so very conscientious, taking all her rubbish to the little train bins."  Yes, I am conscientious.

I decided that The Metro sudoko puzzles weren't meeting my needs anymore and I saw a bumper pack with two pens and 1 pencil with a rubber on it for £4.  I have to buy this I thought to myself!  So I did.  I ran to coach C (COACH C PEOPLE) and ripped open my puzzle collection to discover that there was not one sudoko puzzle in it.  Not one.  Dispirited and appalled I am relegated to tutting at potential chatters and fingering my tweezers warningly whilst doing word searches (albeit with a snazzy purple pen which I might have paid £4 for if I was drunk).  Word searches I ask you.