So, if you've ever had the pleasure *cough* of travelling on London public transport during rush hour, you'll be familiar with the sardine-can effect (actually sardine-can is at times a euphemism!). I had quite a chuckle this morning...
I got onto my train and found a seat at the end of a row, a couple of stops later a guy who appeared to be carrying some modern-day form of the plague (if the hocking/coughing was anything to go by) came and sat next to me. Very sweet guy, very polite - but man - I started having flashbacks to Dustin Hoffman in Outbreak. I tried to edge away from him as subtly as possible (I've become a bit of a germ-o-phobe since being on immunosuppressants but that's a story for another day). I kept expecting him to cough up a lung or to start bleeding from the eyes.
About two stops later a petite woman who had, how shall I put it, a very generously proportioned derriere wedged herself into the space between my seat and the seat on the opposite aisle. She was standing, which meant that said derriere was smack bang at shoulder height. Let's just say my shoulder got intimately acquainted with her... I was so grateful that it wasn't a guy!!
Dilemma time - do I move closer to plague boy or snuggle up to Miss Booty? Well, the decision was pretty much made for me when I barely dodged Miss Booty's battering-ram elbow as she turned over the page of her newspaper. I snuggled up to cough-a-lot. Had a really good giggle afterwards...
posted @ Tuesday, January 09, 2007 10:43 AM