Today, while traveling to
Canterbury, someone had requested that we wait for the rest of the travelers
who were walking instead of riding a horse or mule. I honestly can’t figure out
why I would wait for such pitiful people. They have nothing for me and don’t
seem to want to be around me. They all look at me as though I’m more disgusting
than them. They are the ones with the sins. I point out these sins and charge
them for it as it is my job to do. They didn’t bring their children with so I
have no form of entertainment. I may be able to get some from the flirtatious
wife, but I’m not sure if she will comply. I’m higher ranking than theses
people so using them isn’t wrong. I am giving them a chance to spend time with
someone better. Though, if they don’t want to spend time with me, I don’t see why
the others are making me wait too. They should learn to walk faster. They are
skinny; running should be easy for them. Wine would make this trip a lot more
bearable.
I
probably shouldn’t even start one of my glorious speeches on these stories
since I am not the judge, but I should be. I am far more qualified to judge
these people. Some of them are no better than animals. The Miller for example,
he’s nothing but a bull. That selfish Nun with her yappy dogs needs to stay
home. She hasn’t stopped whining this entire trip and it’s not even half over.
It’s obvious to everyone that she spends more time eating than studying. She
looks smart but is as dumb as a rock! Her story only proves my point further. I
certainly did not want to hear a 20 minute rant about puppies. The only reason
I listen to any of the stories is in hopes that they slip up and give me a
reason to charge them. Then I might finally be able to get something to drink.
If any of the lower class people do this, I won’t waste my time. Excommunication
will be their sentence. By the end of this journey, I will be no less than
insane.
