Traveller’s Tales: Pt 1
Christmas Train Ruck:
It should be noted before reading this that Iron Rod Erin in some sort of idiot savant move have decided it makes much more sense to run the only commuter train from Gorey as a 4 carriage train for the week running up to Christmas. This means that when I get on at Walton’s mountain I manage to get one of the last seats on the train, while the poor bastards in Wicklow have to fight it out. Observe:
At Wicklow this fella gets on and starts to sit down, some potatohead tries to sit in the same seat. By that I mean he actually tries to sit down first, so that they are grappling and pushing at each other and suddenly I feel that I am watching uncut footage from Oz. The first fella gets the seat and immediately the potato head starts shouting at him
‘She was saving that seat for me!’ Pointing to the woman who has already seated herself by the window.
Seated Bloke: I’m sitting here now. She didn’t say anything to me about it being saved.
Potatohead: Fuck off, you ignorant old bollix!
Seated Bloke: I’m not standing all the way to Dublin
Potatohead: you can sit in the fuckin’ john! {and then he tromps off down to the end of the carriage.
Seated Bloke: {says something to the woman across the aisle from him that I didn’t catch}
Woman: Sure, I know! He’s dead rude! He pushed me out of the way already!
Potatohead comes back and then leans across yer man for the rest of the way to Bray
Potatohead: Sure and I might as well stand up here and talk to yis ha? Sure and he’s only an ol’ bollix, taking the seat like that, wha?
Girl in seat beside me shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
Voice from seat behind: Oh fer chrissake, shut the fuck up, it’s 7 in the morning, some of us are trying to sleep! (Okay the voice was me.)
Then the weird thing (or rather WEIRDER thing) he proceeds to completely ignore the woman who supposedly saved his seat and stands talking to the woman across from her for the entire trip.
