Thursday 24 January 2008

"Why, then the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open"

I got off the tube at home last night as per usual. I walked down the stairs (as always concentrating hard and on the lookout for potential hazards—including men with folding bicycles) to the barriers. I place my ticket on the Oyster card thingy and it doesn’t work. Not unusual, so I wait a couple of seconds, ignoring the huffing and puffing of all the people running into me and each other in the queue behind, then put it back on the pad. It works and the gates open. Then, somehow, as I’m taking it off the pad, I manage to lob it behind me, over my shoulder and into the heaving mass of commuters behind me. Don’t know how, but I did. Now I’m in a quandary. The gates are open but do I go through now that my ticket is on the wrong side? Then I’ll have to ask them to let me back through without a ticket to retrieve mine from god knows where now it’s been kicked about by various Leytonstonians. What to do, what to do…?
Thankfully fate intervened (or rather the man behind me did) and I was pushed through by the big bloke following me. I stood on the other side for a moment looking forlorn, until a nice man who’d seen the entire incident handed me my ticket. With only the smallest of grins.

2 comments:

  1. I was that Good Samaritan in my incident earlier this week ... a man left his seat ahead of me to get off the train, and I saw he had left his scarf behind. So I pick it up and hurry after him all the way up the carriage to the queue at the end to get off. Just as I get there, he turns round and I hand it to him. He looks accusingly at me and says indignantly "I was just coming back for that!", grabs it and marches off the train. I hope it strangles him.

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  2. I think you still get the karma points despite the fact that he was a b*stard.

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