It All Started On A Train....

I was travelling to Glasgow for the weekend. The journey from Sheffield is long and the train was jam-packed. I'd reserved a seat but some big scary looking woman had decided that she deserved it more. I didn't want the hassle so I went and stood by the doors at the end of the carriage hoping that the train would start to thin out soon. It was early spring but it was unseasonably hot, I was squeezed shoulder to shoulder feeling less than generous towards my fellow passengers when this big guy in front of me bends down, his arse almost in my face, white envelope flapping about in the pocket of his jeans, and starts rooting around in his bag. It became apparent that this was his rather unique attempt at catching my attention. It worked, how could it not? 'What is it you're looking for?' I asked through gritted teeth. 'My ticket', he says, standing up and flashing me a huge cheeky grin 'I know it's here somewhere'. In that instant my dark mood lifted. That smile, that accent! Scottish, not quite Glaswegian but close. 'Try your back pocket.' Well, that was it,


To be continued.......
misspameladb misspameladb
36-40, F
May 7, 2012