Ever thought about leaving a little "gift" on your seat as you vacate it for her maj, canters ?
Maybe a lump of moist , well chewed gum, a handful of nails or even a freshly gathered & steaming morsel of doggy doo ?
This is an excellent plan Fanny, but with one fatal flaw.
The various items that you've suggested Canters might deposit on his seat are already embedded into the fabric of virtually every seat on South Eastern Trains. It would be more shocking if he stood up to reveal a seat that wasn't covered in chewing gum and dog turds.
It's a strong situational dilemma canters, I'm not a shrinking violet with people like the woman who had a pop at you. I can't remember how many years ago but I was on a train out of Victoria bound for Margate or wherever the fast one to Chatham ends up and had gotten on early enough to get a seat next to a window and started reading my book. A lady got on and for whatever reason picked me out of everyone to give up my seat. She was doing this from a distance of a couple of metres away and I didn't think she was talking to me initially, some nosey prick leant over and tapped me on the arm and asked if I was going to give my seat up.
wasn't planning on it, says me
Before I come across as a bigger cunt than I actually am I had no idea why this woman was asking me ahead of everyone else on the train and she didn't look pregnant or in any way disabled (I know not all mobility issues are visible)
Bear in mind too that this train isn't sardine packed and there are a couple of other spaces and I am also sat next to the window so would have to displace the bloke next to me as well as get my workbag out of the rack.
The bloke who decided to get involved pointed out that the lady was waiting for my seat
Give her yours then
He and the woman then decided to have a bit of a go at me so I took the bait and gave it back, cutting a long story a bit shorter the woman wanted to sit there because it was her seat. No other fucking reason, I gave the seat up in the end and carried on rowing and generally being more obnoxious than I needed to be with nosey. Annoyingly we both got off at Chatham so this argument carried on all the way up the stairs and out the front with people watching and following.
Still don't know why he got so incredulous at me but wouldn't make himself a martyr and give his own up which was my point all along
Commuting doesn't bring out the best in me. I would have told her to fuck off and banged him out
It's a strong situational dilemma canters, I'm not a shrinking violet with people like the woman who had a pop at you. I can't remember how many years ago but I was on a train out of Victoria bound for Margate or wherever the fast one to Chatham ends up and had gotten on early enough to get a seat next to a window and started reading my book. A lady got on and for whatever reason picked me out of everyone to give up my seat. She was doing this from a distance of a couple of metres away and I didn't think she was talking to me initially, some nosey prick leant over and tapped me on the arm and asked if I was going to give my seat up.
wasn't planning on it, says me
Before I come across as a bigger cunt than I actually am I had no idea why this woman was asking me ahead of everyone else on the train and she didn't look pregnant or in any way disabled (I know not all mobility issues are visible)
Bear in mind too that this train isn't sardine packed and there are a couple of other spaces and I am also sat next to the window so would have to displace the bloke next to me as well as get my workbag out of the rack.
The bloke who decided to get involved pointed out that the lady was waiting for my seat
Give her yours then
He and the woman then decided to have a bit of a go at me so I took the bait and gave it back, cutting a long story a bit shorter the woman wanted to sit there because it was her seat. No other fucking reason, I gave the seat up in the end and carried on rowing and generally being more obnoxious than I needed to be with nosey. Annoyingly we both got off at Chatham so this argument carried on all the way up the stairs and out the front with people watching and following.
Still don't know why he got so incredulous at me but wouldn't make himself a martyr and give his own up which was my point all along
Commuting doesn't bring out the best in me. I would have told her to fuck off and banged him out
Thankfully I normally only have to do it for a day or 2 at a time rarely now. My way generally is to give everyone a chance but after the first day I'm as cantankerous as everyone else commuting.
When I commuted I once got on the train at Cannon Street on the Sidcup line and went to sit down and was told in no uncertain terms by the lady in the next seat that I couldn't sit there.
I enquired why and she said because my husband is getting on at London Bridge. Is he disabled, I enquired? No, she responded but he will want to sit next to me.
I explained that it doesn't work like that in the rush hour out of London and he would have to stand like the all the others who can't get a seat.
With baited breath I waited for London Bridge and sure enough he got in and just stood there without saying a word until she piped up 'I tried to save you this seat, but this fella insisted on sitting there'.
The rest of the commuters smirked and hid behind their Evening Standards, and I think if the ground could have opened up, he would have willingly disappeared.
There were people standing when I got a train at London Bridge once, a bloke (hefty) was eating some fast food muck and his bag was on the seat next to him. I said 'would your bag like to move?', he moved it and said 'you could have simply asked instead of acting like a cunt'. Brilliant, we had a row all the way to Hither Green much to the entertainment of the other passengers, and because I felt I had been in the right I was in my element, I got quite a round of laughs when I pointed out he had used the 'C' word rather early, and he should have saved it for later in the argument for greater impact.
There were people standing when I got a train at London Bridge once, a bloke (hefty) was eating some fast food muck and his bag was on the seat next to him. I said 'would your bag like to move?', he moved it and said 'you could have simply asked instead of acting like a cunt'. Brilliant, we had a row all the way to Hither Green much to the entertainment of the other passengers, and because I felt I had been in the right I was in my element, I got quite a round of laughs when I pointed out he had used the 'C' word rather early, and he should have saved it for later in the argument for greater impact.
There were people standing when I got a train at London Bridge once, a bloke (hefty) was eating some fast food muck and his bag was on the seat next to him. I said 'would your bag like to move?', he moved it and said 'you could have simply asked instead of acting like a cunt'. Brilliant, we had a row all the way to Hither Green much to the entertainment of the other passengers, and because I felt I had been in the right I was in my element, I got quite a round of laughs when I pointed out he had used the 'C' word rather early, and he should have saved it for later in the argument for greater impact.
When I lived in Sidcup, there was one day when my wife got on at Cannon Street and I was due to meet her when I got on at London Bridge. The intention was for her to save me a seat as we wanted to talk about trying to save our marriage. Our beloved dog, Fido was also very poorly which we were both very upset about.
When I got on the train I located my wife but saw there was a fella with a tent on his lap sitting next to her. He wouldn't make eye contact with me or her, just casually continuing to look out of the window.
Anyway, we never did get to have that chat and we broke up the following day. Fido also passed away due to the grief over our split.
When I lived in Sidcup, there was one day when my wife got on at Cannon Street and I was due to meet her when I got on at London Bridge. The intention was for her to save me a seat as we wanted to talk about trying to save our marriage. Our beloved dog, Fido was also very poorly which we were both very upset about.
When I got on the train I located my wife but saw there was a fella with a tent on his lap sitting next to her. He wouldn't make eye contact with me or her, just casually continuing to look out of the window.
Anyway, we never did get to have that chat and we broke up the following day. Fido also passed away due to the grief over our split.
When I lived in Sidcup, there was one day when my wife got on at Cannon Street and I was due to meet her when I got on at London Bridge. The intention was for her to save me a seat as we wanted to talk about trying to save our marriage. Our beloved dog, Fido was also very poorly which we were both very upset about.
When I got on the train I located my wife but saw there was a fella with a tent on his lap sitting next to her. He wouldn't make eye contact with me or her, just casually continuing to look out of the window.
Anyway, we never did get to have that chat and we broke up the following day. Fido also passed away due to the grief over our split.
I always wondered what happened to that bloke.
That wasn't a fucking tent on my lap! Did you get to Specsavers in time?
Some good news for a change. The first of 17 extra 4 car trains enter service on SE today. The trains, from Thameslink, are about 10 years old, have air conditioning and will work the lines from Victoria via Maidstone East and Chatham.
They will release other trains to strengthen the service on the Dartford lines. So some 6 car trains will become 8, 8 cars become 10 and so on.
They say all 17 trains will be in service by the end of November.
I travel in from Kent and change at Bromley South onto Thameslink. By the time we get to Nunhead, its a sardine tin. Get's my goat when we pull in and some bright spark says "can you move down please" .Like where to exactly you twat.
Ok. Get on a rush hour train with two four/five your olds. Stick your face in your smartphone and let your brats do what they want. This isn't going to end well.
68 new fucking carriages but somehow my train has been reduced from 12 carriages to 8 fucking carriages every fucking day this week. Both to and from London. Joke of an organisation.
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The various items that you've suggested Canters might deposit on his seat are already embedded into the fabric of virtually every seat on South Eastern Trains. It would be more shocking if he stood up to reveal a seat that wasn't covered in chewing gum and dog turds.
I enquired why and she said because my husband is getting on at London Bridge. Is he disabled, I enquired? No, she responded but he will want to sit next to me.
I explained that it doesn't work like that in the rush hour out of London and he would have to stand like the all the others who can't get a seat.
With baited breath I waited for London Bridge and sure enough he got in and just stood there without saying a word until she piped up 'I tried to save you this seat, but this fella insisted on sitting there'.
The rest of the commuters smirked and hid behind their Evening Standards, and I think if the ground could have opened up, he would have willingly disappeared.
I carried on staring out of the window.
I said 'would your bag like to move?', he moved it and said 'you could have simply asked instead of acting like a cunt'.
Brilliant, we had a row all the way to Hither Green much to the entertainment of the other passengers, and because I felt I had been in the right I was in my element, I got quite a round of laughs when I pointed out he had used the 'C' word rather early, and he should have saved it for later in the argument for greater impact.
Except this one.
When I got on the train I located my wife but saw there was a fella with a tent on his lap sitting next to her. He wouldn't make eye contact with me or her, just casually continuing to look out of the window.
Anyway, we never did get to have that chat and we broke up the following day. Fido also passed away due to the grief over our split.
I always wondered what happened to that bloke.
They will release other trains to strengthen the service on the Dartford lines. So some 6 car trains will become 8, 8 cars become 10 and so on.
They say all 17 trains will be in service by the end of November.
Edit. They got off at Barnehurst. TFFT.
68 pre-owned class 377 carriages have been transferred from Govia Thameslink to SouthEastern in a move to ease over crowding.
For some reason the move was subject to an embargo and only announced on September 18.
The plan appears to be to increase 8 carriage trains to 10 carriages.
As with all good news, there comes the bad news and that is there is not enough depot space to store them all.
Ah well, at least there will be 68 new numbers to go in your notebooks.
** Source - Today's Railways (UK) Page 68 - Electric Multiple Units/Rolling Stock News.