It's 7:55. I understand I may be slightly cranky an irrational at 25 weeks pregnant and mega uncomfortable/tired, but the woman opposite me is filing her nails, the window is open, the shavings from her nails are floating around the table (gross), it's loud, and annoying, and she has now pulled out a bottle of nail polish which I suspect she is about to paint them with. I can't stand the smell of nail polish.
AIBU to think that a train journey is not the place to paint your nails and give people like me a headache?!
Yes, I'm grumpy 😁