oh dr beeching...
Went to Manchester via York. The trains and tickets fucked up and we could only get returns from Manchester to York and not all the way home. We were assured there'd be no problem.

Get on the train home after the weekend. Ticket conductor comes up and demands we pay, despite us explaining the problem we had before and that they'd said it would be fine.

He insisted.

Gf was about a quid short, we had no way of paying (weekend of beer shrooms and general debauchery).

We were very nice about it, and asked Mr Conductor if he could write her a note thingy like they usually do.

Mr Conductor, instead of writing note thingy like they usually do, completely went off on a rant.

I tried to explain the situation re: the tickets and money again (very polite despite having had a skinful) and he told me, word for word 'You keep talking shit and we'll have that free pass off you. It's a privilege, not a right'.

Cunt.

He continued to shout, almost reducing my gf to tears, and then stormed off down the train, swearing he'd be back.

Fortunately, the next stop was home and we fucked off sharpish.

He was, to be honest, a bit of a twat. Probably the reason I now fear trains.
(sporky, Thu 12 May 2005, 22:16, Reply)