Another One...
From a comment I made elsewhere...

Has anyone else ever had that horrible “oh, what have I done now?” moment, where regardless of any other implications, you know the worst thing to come would be the relentless mockery you will have to face from your friends and/or colleagues? No? Just me then?

I remember catching a train from Waterloo to Winchester back when I was in college after a trip to the Film Museum. All my college chums disappeared while we were checking the timetable, so suitably sodding them I decided to catch the train on my own. After waiting on the train listening to the doors slam shut in preparation for pulling away, I saw aforementioned chums running down the platform. Haha! They were going to miss the train! Haha! Serves them right.

Actually, it didn’t. They were running down the platform trying to find me, as I had actually walked straight past them at the timetable boards, and down the platform to get on a train bound for Newcastle. When they stopped laughing they decided it would be best to rescue me.

Not quite an "I went too far" pisspoor joke, this story does have an addendum. As they were looking for me, we really did miss the train to Winchester. Bugger.

EDIT: Apologies. This tale was neither funny nor interesting. However I feel that my time wasted by writing it has now been balanced out by the life you will never claw back from having read it. All is good with the world.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 13:37, Reply)