A bit stabby
I'll never forget the guy who approached me at the ticket office of Luton train station back in 1997. I was heading home from uni for the holidays and in fine spirits. Shuffling over, he asked very politely if I wouldn't mind lending him my student railcard so he could purchase his ticket at a discounted price.

My response was to thank him for his enquiry, but unfortunately I was not entirely comfortable with that scenario, mainly because as a poor student I couldn't risk losing that privilege should I get caught. In my naivety I assumed this was a satisfactory response. His own response was to explain that he would now be getting somewhat stabby with me on the train concourse once I had conducted my own ticket transaction.

The element of the story that elevates him from nutter to full-on whack-job is that all student railcards include photo ID's and him being a middle-aged tubby white bloke meant he was very unlikely to be able to pass himself off as a black skinny student.

I even pointed this out to him in an effort to postpone our planned violent encounter on the platform, but he wasn't having any of it.

As he wandered down the stairs without his ticket, I beat a hasty retreat as far as possible in the opposite direction. Fucker stopped me from getting the train home for about a year, so concerned was I that he would forever be waiting for me on platform 3.
(BinDipper, Fri 28 Sep 2012, 13:25, 7 replies)

There's something about train stations.
Whenever I caught a late train from St Albans, I would invariably be accosted by either scuzzy old men, keen to engage me in sexist/racist banter, or drunk girls, keen to take me home/to parties with them.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 28 Sep 2012, 13:52, closed)

Both preferable to a knife in the gut in my book.
(BinDipper, Fri 28 Sep 2012, 14:10, closed)

That's just St. Albans though.

( gone, Fri 28 Sep 2012, 14:10, closed)

=Willesden Junction

(Jimbojames Wishing every day could be like today, Fri 28 Sep 2012, 14:47, closed)

Why didn't you
tell someone in authority or call the police?

Someone like that is gonna stab somebody one day, you could have prevented it!

Get Robocop in.
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Sun 30 Sep 2012, 18:14, closed)

That's just Luton though.

( gone, Fri 28 Sep 2012, 14:10, closed)

So glad I left that fucking place.
An old schoolmate got off the train at Luton and was walking down the platform when 2 guys rushed past him, one of them slapping him on the back, or so he thought.
What actually happened was that the charming scumbag had slashed him with a craft knife or something so sharp he didn't feel it cut.
Luckily his leather jacket saved it from going in too deep.

Luton, where hope went to die but had to wait because there was a queue.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Sat 29 Sep 2012, 22:48, closed)