Commuting
Excellent thinks I, I have a seat. So here I neatly sit, trying not to stray into neighbouring territory, headphones at an acceptable level.

The man to my right however is sitting, as one might sit on the toilet, legs akimbo, broadsheet unfolded to maximum capacity, as he digs his elbow into my side, flapping the stupid pages of his paper, my blood starts to boil and then he lets out a huge yawn, unfiltered by a polite hand, and wafted by his broadsheet I get the full olfactory hit of warm stale breath. GAH shitty death to you sir.

Also when sitting, where else is it acceptable to fart into the face of another commuter other than on London Blunderground.

And those people who think it’s ok to push their way onto the train. Usually wearing a massive backpack which knocks me sideways every time they move.

And to add final insult to injury; once, I was holding on for dear life as the central line hurtled along towards home and this suited, bespectacled chap leaned his paper on my head. Yes, on my head, I am a little on the short side but there was no need for that, so I pointed out that I was actually there under his paper much to the amusement of the other commuters.
(GirlOfTheWorld, Fri 5 Oct 2012, 12:29, 2 replies)

it's acceptable
to fart in the face of another commuter on the Tashkent-Lahore express.

Positively encouraged in fact.
(magic the cat will someone please think of the kittens, Fri 5 Oct 2012, 12:33, closed)

Makes your blood boil, doesn't it
On my regular train I like the seats where they are in two's, all facing the same way.

Until some twat with a broadsheet leans the top of it over the back of my chair and onto my head.

I let it go once, complain the second time and take the paper the third time.

Does no-one think about other people? Are they so wrapped up in themselves that they have to make everyone's life just that little bit shittier?
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Fri 5 Oct 2012, 16:33, closed)