Wrath on the rails
After a holiday in Cornwall, I was taking a train back up to newcastle. I was very tierd, very uncofortable and very grumpy. A child was running up and down the carrages, screaming, shouting, and generaly being a walking advert for abortion. Due to all public transport being designed for people without legs, my right foot was poking out into the aisle slightly. The child was sprinting up again, coming in fast behind me. Without thinking, I moved my foot. Somthing interesting happens when a size 11 shoe hits the legs of a running 6 year old, brief but spectacular flight. Child goes flying, I suddenly realise what I've done, quickly make sure the kids ok and try not to meet any ones eyes. The child runs out, and dosen't return for the rest of the journey. I noticed a few people looking at me, expecting judgment, but get looks of respect, thanks, and even somthing a kin to sexual gratitude. Well, a couple of people nodded to me any way.
(Mong goose, Thu 26 Aug 2010, 23:11, 1 reply)

lol
fantastic
(Lannes, Thu 2 Sep 2010, 1:55, closed)