Annoying things people do on trains
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[quote=fizzwheel]People who :
Taking a massive, I mean huge suitcase with you, so big that it doesn't fit in the luggage rack(s)
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Followed by lots of fussing and reorganising of the luggage rack which invariably means removing everyone elses cases by throwing them into the walkway so they try to squeeze their case on and chuck what remaining luggage will fit on top....just as everyone else is trying to get onto the train.
Just get on the bloody train and stand out of the way!
Taking a massive, I mean huge suitcase with you, so big that it doesn't fit in the luggage rack(s)
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Followed by lots of fussing and reorganising of the luggage rack which invariably means removing everyone elses cases by throwing them into the walkway so they try to squeeze their case on and chuck what remaining luggage will fit on top....just as everyone else is trying to get onto the train.
Just get on the bloody train and stand out of the way!
Vandenberg said:
People who are too big to fit in their seat and their blubber touches you makes me want to ralf.
Not helped by the ridiculously narrow seats they have on trains. I'm not fat but the seats are narrower than my shoulders. My current weekly commute involves both British and Dutch trains, the Dutch ones have 2 seats either side of the aisle and seem to have been designed to accommodate a human being unlike the hobbit seats in UK trains.DaveGoddard said:
On the rare occasions that I travel by train, if this happens as I try to disembark then I just shoulder barge them aside. If they don't give two s
ts about anyone else, then why the fk should I?
I once had the misfortune to have to commute to London for a week, I found the tube was far worse for this than the trains, but carrying a briefcase works very well as the idiots tend to get out of the way a bit quicker once you've kneecapped them.ts about anyone else, then why the fk should I?
I recognise all of the above but mostly it's hot food that gets me:
t together and now want everyone to move to accommodate them.
- Kebabs more often than I'd like when I'm on the late train home
- There's a guy that sometimes used to sit opposite me who'd bring a bacon roll from home. I love the smell of cooking bacon in the morning but whatever it was he did to it made it smell pretty awful
- And, my least favorite of all, the West Cornwall Pasty. I swear they only put those things at major rail stations to piss the passengers off. As a good Cornish exile I am quite partial to an oggy but there should be a law against passive pastying- it's gopping.
t together and now want everyone to move to accommodate them. Not so much "things people do on trains", as just my observations on going on trains. I was contracting for a company in Woking a few years ago, and a couple of times a week they'd send me off to see a software supplier in That London or to the other office in Stratford. Stratford was particularly horrid, but there was compensation in the form of loads of very attractive black girls with simply incredible posteriors in the Westway which I could contemplate from a bar.
Anyway - the Woking to Waterloo train! God above.
I'd try and leave it til after 9 if I could but otherwise I'd be in with the commuters - people do this every day! Several trains an hour but the fast ones were absolutelty chocker, people squashed in like sardines. Instead I'd wait for a "stopper" - loads of seats and took about 20 minutes longer (however since I'd already checked into the office in Woking I was technically already at work). Then there were the people on the train - at Clapham they'd get up out of their seats and assemble by the doors - near as dammit on starting blocks and as soon as the train arrived - wooooosh! they'd be running. Apart from That London I have never ever seen anything like it. It looked an awful existence.
Trying to get back to Woking in the afternoon (after a few restorative libations on company time) was even worse as the trains were invariably cancelled for some reason or other. All this came to and end abruptly when the boss told me he was changing my works location to the Stratford office for the remainder of the contract. I went back to my desk and resigned the role there and then. He called me a "". Nothing but nothing could make me commute into That London in my own time.
The thing is that these trains were full of respectable office types - if they'd been full of horrid chavs I'd have lost the plot. Pubic transport: never, never, never.
On the upside it was possible to get drunk on company time.
Anyway - the Woking to Waterloo train! God above.
I'd try and leave it til after 9 if I could but otherwise I'd be in with the commuters - people do this every day! Several trains an hour but the fast ones were absolutelty chocker, people squashed in like sardines. Instead I'd wait for a "stopper" - loads of seats and took about 20 minutes longer (however since I'd already checked into the office in Woking I was technically already at work). Then there were the people on the train - at Clapham they'd get up out of their seats and assemble by the doors - near as dammit on starting blocks and as soon as the train arrived - wooooosh! they'd be running. Apart from That London I have never ever seen anything like it. It looked an awful existence.
Trying to get back to Woking in the afternoon (after a few restorative libations on company time) was even worse as the trains were invariably cancelled for some reason or other. All this came to and end abruptly when the boss told me he was changing my works location to the Stratford office for the remainder of the contract. I went back to my desk and resigned the role there and then. He called me a "
". Nothing but nothing could make me commute into That London in my own time. The thing is that these trains were full of respectable office types - if they'd been full of horrid chavs I'd have lost the plot. Pubic transport: never, never, never.
On the upside it was possible to get drunk on company time.
Judging by some of these stories, I'm glad I'm don't regularly embarrass, demean and humiliate myself by using public transport.
Considering the types of people PHers generally are, this thread is full of council-dwelling scumbags by the sounds of it. Work harder, people, and earn enough to be able to drive yourself.
Considering the types of people PHers generally are, this thread is full of council-dwelling scumbags by the sounds of it. Work harder, people, and earn enough to be able to drive yourself.
All of the above are brilliant. A couple of mine I've noticed now that I'm back to commuting on public transport.
1. Commuters who sit right next to you in a nearly empty carriage. My local train station is at the end of the line and can't be considered 'busy' at the best of times. As such, we have a pick of 10 empty carriages to choose a seat in. So why must people sit as close as humanly possible to me?
2. Commuters who open the windows on cold days. There's been a few times that the heating hasn't been working on the train - an annoyance in itself - Yet some feel the need to open the window on a cold day because they're feeling a bit hot. Well if you are, take your coat off so that the rest of us can atleast try to stay warm!
1. Commuters who sit right next to you in a nearly empty carriage. My local train station is at the end of the line and can't be considered 'busy' at the best of times. As such, we have a pick of 10 empty carriages to choose a seat in. So why must people sit as close as humanly possible to me?
2. Commuters who open the windows on cold days. There's been a few times that the heating hasn't been working on the train - an annoyance in itself - Yet some feel the need to open the window on a cold day because they're feeling a bit hot. Well if you are, take your coat off so that the rest of us can atleast try to stay warm!
OpulentBob said:
Judging by some of these stories, I'm glad I'm don't regularly embarrass, demean and humiliate myself by using public transport.
Considering the types of people PHers generally are, this thread is full of council-dwelling scumbags by the sounds of it. Work harder, people, and earn enough to be able to drive yourself.
A valid and compelling argument! Considering the types of people PHers generally are, this thread is full of council-dwelling scumbags by the sounds of it. Work harder, people, and earn enough to be able to drive yourself.
I hate trains. Never had to commute on them thank christ but I don't even like using them for leisure, it's the "other people" thing.
If we go into London I'll take the train during the day but if I'm coming back after 9 when it's full of drunks eating disgusting food and loudly talking crap I'll get a cab back. I used trains for years as a young, skint man but avoid htem like the plague now.
My other half doesn't understand it, she thinks trains are great.
If we go into London I'll take the train during the day but if I'm coming back after 9 when it's full of drunks eating disgusting food and loudly talking crap I'll get a cab back. I used trains for years as a young, skint man but avoid htem like the plague now.
My other half doesn't understand it, she thinks trains are great.
For drunks you really need to try the last train heading north through Cambridge on a Friday night. It's the one used by the fennish folk from Kings Lynn and Downham Market to experience the bright lights of Cambridge or even that London. And if they haven't scored in the bars they just take the party and the cheap wine onto the train. It's like a meat market nightclub with everyone on the pull, even though they're mostly related (inbred) being from the fens...
Blayney said:
I already hate myself for this, but it's "bae". You know, because babe is too much.
edit - also reem. Don't know where that comes from. I think it basically means good or in this case perhaps good looking? I'm not sure.
I believe it's before anyone else. Quite possibly the worst acronym ever invented.edit - also reem. Don't know where that comes from. I think it basically means good or in this case perhaps good looking? I'm not sure.
Edited by Blayney on Monday 7th December 01:57
Dalto123 said:
1. Commuters who sit right next to you in a nearly empty carriage. My local train station is at the end of the line and can't be considered 'busy' at the best of times. As such, we have a pick of 10 empty carriages to choose a seat in. So why must people sit as close as humanly possible to me?
Its like when you park at the bay furthest from the supermarket door.People can't accurately place their enormous posteriors onto a seat safely without the help of a "guide".
Dog Star said:
Then there were the people on the train - they'd get up out of their seats and assemble by the doors - near as dammit on starting blocks and as soon as the train arrived - wooooosh! they'd be running. Apart from That London I have never ever seen anything like it. It looked an awful existence.
I may have done this exact thing at Woking 
....having two minutes to get from the end of one platform to the end of the other (so essentially the two furthest points apart possible) necessitated running. Why they thought it was a good idea to schedule the two trains that close to each other I don't know. It was funny to watch those of a larger disposition having to do exercise for once though.I had to visit London last week from Bedford station - the earlier 1110 Thameslink train was delayed so waited for the fast 1117 East Midlands train to St Pancras. I managed to get a seat but lots of fellow passengers didn't, it quickly became standing room only. Unfortunately, I was sat opposite an elderly man that flossed his teeth for the whole journey!
I commuted into London for 15 years (40 minute journey on the over- ground Essex/Fenchurch) I had many pet hates from hearing music through headphones to people talking on mobiles but the most hated one for me.....and it still makes my eye twitch when I think about it was.........................................................2 or more females in a group and one of them had an upcoming wedding!!!!! JESUS H! they just would not shut up about it and spent 40 minutes gabbing on about it!!!
Bearing in mind they were also commuters you could bet your life that we all heard the same conversation and every frigging mental detail about the "big day" every pigging day until the wedding took place!
Haven't commuted for 4 years thank god.
Bearing in mind they were also commuters you could bet your life that we all heard the same conversation and every frigging mental detail about the "big day" every pigging day until the wedding took place!
Haven't commuted for 4 years thank god.
OpulentBob said:
Judging by some of these stories, I'm glad I'm don't regularly embarrass, demean and humiliate myself by using public transport.
Considering the types of people PHers generally are, this thread is full of council-dwelling scumbags by the sounds of it. Work harder, people, and earn enough to be able to drive yourself.
Can I swap my epilepsy for your driving licence then? Considering the types of people PHers generally are, this thread is full of council-dwelling scumbags by the sounds of it. Work harder, people, and earn enough to be able to drive yourself.
(Luckily where I go for work I don't need to take trains.)
The joys of public transport.
I grew up in Sheffield and, until I left in my mid-twenties, regularly commuted by bus and tram.
I had an almost constant cold through the winter caused by fellow commuters coughing and spluttering and also experienced many of the joys listed here along with 'one offs' like an OAP vacating her seat and leaving an enormous damp patch.
Fortunately I moved to the South West in 1999 and have either commuted by car or walking ever since. I miss public transport about as much as I'd miss being hoofed in the knackers.
I grew up in Sheffield and, until I left in my mid-twenties, regularly commuted by bus and tram.
I had an almost constant cold through the winter caused by fellow commuters coughing and spluttering and also experienced many of the joys listed here along with 'one offs' like an OAP vacating her seat and leaving an enormous damp patch.
Fortunately I moved to the South West in 1999 and have either commuted by car or walking ever since. I miss public transport about as much as I'd miss being hoofed in the knackers.
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