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I was on one of those this morning. Here's my story.
Lady and her son get on. Her son kicks me constantly, but mum doesn't do anything about it, just looks at me each time he does so as if to challenge me to say anything. I just ignore it, it's easier. I ignored it 22 times in all.
Mum feeds kid a cake (it's 9am), and half the cake ends up all over the seat, which he grinds into the seat with his dirty shoes. Then she gives him some hot chocolate to wash down the hearty breakfast. Half-full cup is put on the floor then promptly knocked over so now my feet are sitting in a puddle of hot chocolate.
Mum doesn't care, and off they get at Highbury and Islington. Their two seats look like a bomb has hit it and nobody else can sit there because of all the cake.
The end.
Lady and her son get on. Her son kicks me constantly, but mum doesn't do anything about it, just looks at me each time he does so as if to challenge me to say anything. I just ignore it, it's easier. I ignored it 22 times in all.
Mum feeds kid a cake (it's 9am), and half the cake ends up all over the seat, which he grinds into the seat with his dirty shoes. Then she gives him some hot chocolate to wash down the hearty breakfast. Half-full cup is put on the floor then promptly knocked over so now my feet are sitting in a puddle of hot chocolate.
Mum doesn't care, and off they get at Highbury and Islington. Their two seats look like a bomb has hit it and nobody else can sit there because of all the cake.
The end.
cottonfoo said:
I was on one of those this morning. Here's my story.
Lady and her son get on. Her son kicks me constantly, but mum doesn't do anything about it, just looks at me each time he does so as if to challenge me to say anything. I just ignore it, it's easier. I ignored it 22 times in all.
Mum feeds kid a cake (it's 9am), and half the cake ends up all over the seat, which he grinds into the seat with his dirty shoes. Then she gives him some hot chocolate to wash down the hearty breakfast. Half-full cup is put on the floor then promptly knocked over so now my feet are sitting in a puddle of hot chocolate.
Mum doesn't care, and off they get at Highbury and Islington. Their two seats look like a bomb has hit it and nobody else can sit there because of all the cake.
The end.
fLady and her son get on. Her son kicks me constantly, but mum doesn't do anything about it, just looks at me each time he does so as if to challenge me to say anything. I just ignore it, it's easier. I ignored it 22 times in all.
Mum feeds kid a cake (it's 9am), and half the cake ends up all over the seat, which he grinds into the seat with his dirty shoes. Then she gives him some hot chocolate to wash down the hearty breakfast. Half-full cup is put on the floor then promptly knocked over so now my feet are sitting in a puddle of hot chocolate.
Mum doesn't care, and off they get at Highbury and Islington. Their two seats look like a bomb has hit it and nobody else can sit there because of all the cake.
The end.
k me.You ignored 21 times more than I ever did.
davemac250 said:
fk me.
You ignored 21 times more than I ever did.
Believe me it was hard, but I had an experience not 20 minutes prior.k me.You ignored 21 times more than I ever did.
I left my house and saw a young girl on my driveway (it's next to an alley) with her hands on my car. I'm down to half a tin of T-Cut because of this, it's one route to a primary school. I politely asked mum if she'd not let her on my drive.
Of course all I got in return was a barrage of verbal abuse. I had to try really hard not to laugh when she said "you don't have kids, do you?".
Shuvi Tupya said:
Cottonfoo, would you not love to just stand up and urinate on the floor/seat all around them, with plenty of splashing. And then casually stroll off, as if pissing in a train carriage is perfectly acceptable behaviour also 
Or do i need help..
Or do i need help..
If it wasn't for the fact I'd get locked up, I would definitely do this!
cottonfoo said:
I left my house and saw a young girl on my driveway (it's next to an alley) with her hands on my car. I'm down to half a tin of T-Cut because of this, it's one route to a primary school. I politely asked mum if she'd not let her on my drive.
Of course all I got in return was a barrage of verbal abuse. I had to try really hard not to laugh when she said "you don't have kids, do you?".
You are in Hertford aren't you. Where was this? It is shocking that they can get away with despicable behaviour and then abuse you for itOf course all I got in return was a barrage of verbal abuse. I had to try really hard not to laugh when she said "you don't have kids, do you?".
Kateg28 said:
You are in Hertford aren't you. Where was this? It is shocking that they can get away with despicable behaviour and then abuse you for it
Yup, I think you know what road I live in, and from that description you can now narrow down my house to one of four (although the ph sticker in the back window of the car may narrow that down further 
) It's kids going to Hollybush Primary.CCTV is trained on my car. It catches kids on my drive two-three times a week. I've found you cannot say anything to the parent of a child that may be causing you issues unless you want to get shouted at.
Still, in 40 minutes I'll be on a train again. I wonder what delights await me this evening.
cottonfoo said:
I was on one of those this morning. Here's my story.
Lady and her son get on. Her son kicks me constantly, but mum doesn't do anything about it, just looks at me each time he does so as if to challenge me to say anything. I just ignore it, it's easier. I ignored it 22 times in all.
Mum feeds kid a cake (it's 9am), and half the cake ends up all over the seat, which he grinds into the seat with his dirty shoes. Then she gives him some hot chocolate to wash down the hearty breakfast. Half-full cup is put on the floor then promptly knocked over so now my feet are sitting in a puddle of hot chocolate.
Mum doesn't care, and off they get at Highbury and Islington. Their two seats look like a bomb has hit it and nobody else can sit there because of all the cake.
The end.
This is PH, you shouldnt be posting on here if you cant afford first class Lady and her son get on. Her son kicks me constantly, but mum doesn't do anything about it, just looks at me each time he does so as if to challenge me to say anything. I just ignore it, it's easier. I ignored it 22 times in all.
Mum feeds kid a cake (it's 9am), and half the cake ends up all over the seat, which he grinds into the seat with his dirty shoes. Then she gives him some hot chocolate to wash down the hearty breakfast. Half-full cup is put on the floor then promptly knocked over so now my feet are sitting in a puddle of hot chocolate.
Mum doesn't care, and off they get at Highbury and Islington. Their two seats look like a bomb has hit it and nobody else can sit there because of all the cake.
The end.
cottonfoo said:
AndrewW-G said:
This is PH, you shouldnt be posting on here if you cant afford first class
There isn't a first class carriage on that line, but I am going to upgrade one of my flights to/from NZ to F next month if that helps 
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