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» Public Transport Trauma
The Stench
A few years ago I was working for a 'City' firm - long lunches, longer dinners and 1st class travel everywhere. One morning, after only a couple of hours sleep I was in my 1st class compartment travelling down to London. I was feeling a bit 'jaded', and last nights curry was still sitting heavily in my stomach.
Slowly I fell asleep, lulled by the gentle rocking motion of the train, and I dropped my book onto the floor. This woke me up, and I squirmed in my seat to fit my head under the table in front of me so I could see where the book had landed. As I got my head between my knees, the train lurched, and the contents of my stomach very quietly shot up and out, leaving themselves neatly in a pile on the floor. I looked around - I'd not got a drop on anyone's shoes or trousers. Slowly I retrieved my book, sat up straight, and settled down for the final 1/2 hours trip feeling much better. But it did smell a bit by the time we reached London.
(Fri 30th May 2008, 13:54, More)
The Stench
A few years ago I was working for a 'City' firm - long lunches, longer dinners and 1st class travel everywhere. One morning, after only a couple of hours sleep I was in my 1st class compartment travelling down to London. I was feeling a bit 'jaded', and last nights curry was still sitting heavily in my stomach.
Slowly I fell asleep, lulled by the gentle rocking motion of the train, and I dropped my book onto the floor. This woke me up, and I squirmed in my seat to fit my head under the table in front of me so I could see where the book had landed. As I got my head between my knees, the train lurched, and the contents of my stomach very quietly shot up and out, leaving themselves neatly in a pile on the floor. I looked around - I'd not got a drop on anyone's shoes or trousers. Slowly I retrieved my book, sat up straight, and settled down for the final 1/2 hours trip feeling much better. But it did smell a bit by the time we reached London.
(Fri 30th May 2008, 13:54, More)