My journey home today
Today a guy peed next to me on the tube. Although he did it in a bottle and I didn't see him do it.
I noticed the guy get on, because he looked a little bit odd, dragging behind him a bag that looked like it contained everything he owned. I was sitting at the end of a row of seats, and for a while he stood next to me, before sitting down with all his luggage. About 10 stops later, at Tower Hill, they held the train on the platform for like 7 minutes, to every commuters delight, and started searching the carriages, paying particular attention to ours. Eventually they spotted the guy and asked him to step out to see the police (the police!).
They asked around, turning to me especially, asking if anyone had seen the guy pee. I stared at them in misbelief until someone confirmed it. Then in front of a whole crowd they framed and shamed the guy, who looked so scared and innocent. He eventually admitted to having comitted the heinous crime, but exclaiming to his defence that he 'didn't spill anything on the floor!'. The guy was showing clear evidence that he was either a bit behind 'flotet', or just not accustomed to...eh.. english tube bahaviour do's and don'ts.
I'm very glad I was unaware of his little toilet visit next to me. I can explain this by the loud music in my ears and a general tendency to stare vacantly in front of me on my way home from work.
Thank god for that.
I noticed the guy get on, because he looked a little bit odd, dragging behind him a bag that looked like it contained everything he owned. I was sitting at the end of a row of seats, and for a while he stood next to me, before sitting down with all his luggage. About 10 stops later, at Tower Hill, they held the train on the platform for like 7 minutes, to every commuters delight, and started searching the carriages, paying particular attention to ours. Eventually they spotted the guy and asked him to step out to see the police (the police!).
They asked around, turning to me especially, asking if anyone had seen the guy pee. I stared at them in misbelief until someone confirmed it. Then in front of a whole crowd they framed and shamed the guy, who looked so scared and innocent. He eventually admitted to having comitted the heinous crime, but exclaiming to his defence that he 'didn't spill anything on the floor!'. The guy was showing clear evidence that he was either a bit behind 'flotet', or just not accustomed to...eh.. english tube bahaviour do's and don'ts.
I'm very glad I was unaware of his little toilet visit next to me. I can explain this by the loud music in my ears and a general tendency to stare vacantly in front of me on my way home from work.
Thank god for that.
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