Got on at Basingstoke today
Train busy, so plonked myself in the Quite carriage (with the sign "Please respect this peaceful area", as though it was the national memorial abororium at Cannock, or summat). Only seat available was next to a woman knitting (ie, mad,"on the cusp of the change of life" type). Asked her to move her bags of wool on the seat, plonked myself down.
Plugged my earphones into my phone to listen to the radio. The mad *** started to tut and point at the sign with headphones and a red cross through them. I ignored her. She tapped me on the shoulder and said they were banned. I ignored her. She feverisly knitted, and knitted, and I could tell she was going to explode.
Guard came in, she complained. The guard said that he could not hear any noice from my headphones. I then explained that there is nothing he could do anyhow, because there is nothing in the Railway Byelaws that enshrines "quite carriage ettiquette" in law.
Settled down, read my newspaper. I usually leave it on the train, so I put it down when we arrived at Waterloo. Menopausal woman, made a grab for it (cheeky minx), so I grabbed it away from her, and gave her my steely "Bertrand Du Pont" smile. That alway gets the fairer sex.
On reflection, I should have realised that a mad bint, who gets wound up over noise she cannot hear, and has knitting needles in her hands is the last one to cross in the "peaceful area", but I live on the edge....
Originally posted by zeitghost
Plugged my earphones into my phone to listen to the radio. The mad *** started to tut and point at the sign with headphones and a red cross through them. I ignored her. She tapped me on the shoulder and said they were banned. I ignored her. She feverisly knitted, and knitted, and I could tell she was going to explode.
Guard came in, she complained. The guard said that he could not hear any noice from my headphones. I then explained that there is nothing he could do anyhow, because there is nothing in the Railway Byelaws that enshrines "quite carriage ettiquette" in law.
Settled down, read my newspaper. I usually leave it on the train, so I put it down when we arrived at Waterloo. Menopausal woman, made a grab for it (cheeky minx), so I grabbed it away from her, and gave her my steely "Bertrand Du Pont" smile. That alway gets the fairer sex.
On reflection, I should have realised that a mad bint, who gets wound up over noise she cannot hear, and has knitting needles in her hands is the last one to cross in the "peaceful area", but I live on the edge....
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