Trains -
I've been travelling 14 miles back and forth to work on the same train service for the past god-knows-how-many years... It never fails to amuse me how thoughtless people can be.

I'm quite a gentle soul in everyday life, with a very even temper. But when I get riled, then I get loud, very loud.

One day on my way home (pre-children) on a hot sunny day, I got the pleasure of having to sit on the window seat of a train - the guy had stood up and made me sit there, even though I only had two stops to travel. That wasn't a great start, but hey ho - the sun was shining, I had a great book to read and it was nearly the weekend.

The guy placed his burgundy rucksack on the tiny back-of-seat table and removed an A4 sheet of paper to read. Then he put it away, brushing against my arm and left breast with his elbow. Now I'm not too bothered by this - it was likely to be a complete accident.

Until he did it again, with the same A4 sheet... twice.

At which point, I picked up my book, stood up and said very loudly "Can you stop touching my tits and pretending to read that sheet of paper which you have had out of your bag three times". He got up, embarrasssedly snuggled his backpack to the front of him and head down disappeared down the carriage and out of my life.

I got a few funny looks, but mostly I could tell that the other commuters respected me for speaking out. I think it raised a few smiles, and possibly whithered something else that had been raised.
(surfergirl is riding the wave of luurvveee, Fri 30 May 2008, 16:37, Reply)