You gotta love 'em!
Three things spring to mind when I think of spoiled brats:

1. On a train coming back from a works do in Cardiff to London after a heavy night of drinking, I had to contend with 3 noisy little feckers constantly demanding things and throwing tantrums right next to me. Parents (tofts is about the only word I can think of) did sweet fa apart from what their spawn demanded. After about an hour, I manage to get eye contact with one of their parents:

Parent - "I'm terribly sorry about them"
Me - "Never mind, at least I don't have to take them home with me"
Parent - stoney silence followed by embarrased expression

2. Went down to the south west to get a car and just before I was due to get off I stood up to walk to the door. A bunch of kids, obviously sporty types or something, had put their kit bags in the passageway and there was no way past.

I asked the nearest one if he minded moving the bags so I could get past. He gave me a filthy look and then continued talking to his impressed mates. So I did what any responsible adult would do - I walked over their bags, making sure I stomped my size 12 boots down onto each one. Then I stood at the door glaring at them and none of them would make eye contact with me or even speak. I even gave them a wink as I walked past their window on the train platform - childish I know, maybe even not a spoilt kid story but it comes to mind when I think of ignorant little specs.

3. Most recently, a couple of city kids found themselves at my local train station. They were obviously well off (clothes, watches etc) and in their late teens. What they couldn't fathom was why this pesky commoner was denying them egress from the station:

Kid "I don't understand what your problem is"
Guard "Well this is a tube ticket"
Kid "So?"
Guard "So this is Chelmsford"
Kid "And?"
Guard "Well, you're about 30 miles outside of London"
Kid "Well no-one told me that!"

Made me chuckle as the kid was trying to throw a strop to get out of paying and the guard was having none of it.
(Mmmmminty all the beatles are aliens except for George, Sun 12 Oct 2008, 18:25, 6 replies)

Yay
for train guards.

My brother was one for some years. They HATE gobby toffs.

Have a *click* especially for tramping over the kitbags. Pity there wasn't a laptop or two in there.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 12 Oct 2008, 19:32, closed)

Yer actual train guard
I don't mind as they have a clearly defined job, it's the revuenue protection officers that can all fuck off and die.
( Bazongaloid, Sun 12 Oct 2008, 20:26, closed)

Hoooo,
been caught faredodging have we?
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 12 Oct 2008, 20:50, closed)

I like No.1
I have used a variant of this when LittleScars was being a bit clever.

We were in a casualty department, and the Small was watching her mum's badly gashed finger being sutured, and commenting audibly on the gore.. I waited outside, not much liking ripped flesh. The woman next to me said something like "Oh, well, at least she'll be home soon" to which I loudly replied "We're always open to offers of adoption". LittleScars went quite silent, for quite a long time.


Heh heh heh.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sun 12 Oct 2008, 22:52, closed)

I just realised...
... all my stories have something to do with trains.

This is why, along with being stuffed into trains each morning for the commute to the city in my early 20's, I avoid public transport and drive to work more locally.
(Mmmmminty all the beatles are aliens except for George, Sun 12 Oct 2008, 23:20, closed)

*click*
for walking on their bags.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Mon 13 Oct 2008, 10:23, closed)