Aged about 12...
I was going on a family holiday to France, travelling by train. Having taken the Eurostar under the channel, and had a nice picnic in the Gare du Nord, we got on a sleeper train to head south to the Alps. French sleeper cars have 6 bunks, 3 on each side, and we are a family of 5. The train being full, we had just settled in and stowed luggage neatly under the bunks when a woman poked her head round the door and shouted back over her shoulder "God, how awful, there are people in here". She left her handbag and suitcase open in the middle of the carriage and left, not coming back until late at night, noisily.
A few hours later, she was under the influence of a sleeping pill and my 12 year old self leant over from the top bunk and managed to groan "I don't feel very" before hurling, straight into her handbag. Bullseye. Didn't miss a drop.
She, of course, was comatose the whole time, and because we were getting off the stop before, mum and dad did their best to clear up, and left a note apologising. We all found this story pretty funny for the rest of the trip, until our return to the station a week later, when we asked the rep where we would be sitting on our return journey. "Oh, don't worry", he smiled, "the French always put you in the same carriage on the way home".
Of course, my loving family pushed me on to the train first...
(billyh, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 17:03, 1 reply)

She deserved it
stuck up cow.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Wed 9 Jun 2010, 10:02, closed)