Many years ago there was a chap leaving bombs in the city of london due to some spat with Barclays. I got on a train at liverpool street and there was a spare seat with a ruck sack on it. I looked to the chap sat next to it as if to say Please move your rucksack lest I use it for a suppository for you, and he said Oh no a chap left it here and said he was off to the toilet...
I said did you know him? No came the reply
at that point I suggested that maybe he wasn't the brightest spark on the train and that letting a stranger give him his rucksack so he could go to a non existent bog on a train to Chingford was not the greatest thing he had done that day. All of a sudden there was lots and lots of spare seats all round this chap...
He went to get up at which point I suggested that seeing as he had opted to look after the bag he should stay and do so. It was quite a tense few minutes until the owner of the sack poped back on the train having run off the length of the station to use a loo
I got a seat out of it though.



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