1 post from February 2007

This morning when I hurriedly got on a completely packed train carriage, while struggling to breathe I notices these two women sitting comfortably in the train, occupying four seats! Now bearing in mind they weren't fat, it was unreasonable for them to assume that they could hog the two seats with their bags alone. So I excused past the guy listening to loud pop music and told them to pack up their bags and sit tight like everyone else in the train (only just not quite as rude, I asked them politely). Obviously battered by the consolidation of their not-so-cherished belongings they started giving me dirty looks which I ignored and kept playing my game.
A few seconds later, the train was around langley when I noticed that the two women were now panicking, elbowing me whilst they found their phone to call the national rail enquiries, only to find that the train wasn't direct train to Reading and that it was stopping at every damn stop.

Now here's the angel inside me: "sorry I hope you dont mind barging into your conversation, but I have a train timetable in my bag" but I also know that you can catch a fast train from platform 1 at Slough which comes to Slough 2 minutes after this train reaches there"
The women pack their bags and ran for the door, whilst I spread to occupy the remaining three seats. Ha!