Monday, 9 January 2012

I'm willing to bet...

The tweedy cow in the corner seat, idly flicking through her travel book, with her sales bags spread across two-thirds of the available gangway doesn't have a ticket valid for this train.

She almost certainly only has a cheap day-return which are banned from using peak time trains leaving Liverpool St. between half-four and half-six.

These arseholes should be stopped before they get anywhere near the train, But they never are.

They then just fill up the seats that should be left available for the poor sods who have to use this service day in and day out. Not some waste of space who fancies a day up the sales.

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