Merseyrail train seats all make up groups of 4. Anyway my wife and I get on a train and the two of us sit and take up 4 seats. We all do it, don't we?
A stop or two later and the train is filling. A young lady gets on and looks about. She sit on the other side of the aisle to me. She plays with her phone and a few stops late a man gets on the train and sits next to her.
The young lady changes her posture and leans towards me. That would have been nice, but in fact she was leaning away from the man next to her. He had a low brow, a club and was picking bits of mammoth hair from his teeth. OK so he was not, but you get the picture.
The thing is the lady would now like to get away from this new man, but what does she do. More to the point what do I do?
I pick up my wife's coat, move over and...yes the lady moves across.
The joy is I now have two ladies to share the trip with,
but the question is, why do we spread out lie we do and what makes us choose to share a little more closely?
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Sex God
Are you a regular train commuter
Because as one who is, on that very same rail network you mention, I can honestly say it's every person for themselves and - it's one seat per person too. Grrrr!
Some days you get lucky and you end up travelling with a vacant seat next to you. Other times you draw the short straw and get the oddball with bad hygiene. You takes your chances.
Personally, I like to crotch watch to pass the time... but thats a whole different thread!
Because as one who is, on that very same rail network you mention, I can honestly say it's every person for themselves and - it's one seat per person too. Grrrr!
Some days you get lucky and you end up travelling with a vacant seat next to you. Other times you draw the short straw and get the oddball with bad hygiene. You takes your chances.
Personally, I like to crotch watch to pass the time... but thats a whole different thread!
Sex God
When I travel I often put my bag on the seat next to or ahead of me. But if anyone walks by looking for a seat, even if there are a reasonable number of free seats, I move my bag onto my lap. If the extra seat isn't taken I'll spread back out.
I have to admit I hate people who spread themselves out then stonilly ignore you as you walk by looking for a seat. Why should I have to ask to use a seat that should already be empty? But I do ask - I just feel it shouldn't be necessary.
I used to travel between Coventry and York regularly and would end up on the squaddie train. Each soldier would take up 2 seats himself and throw his kit-bag across the opposite 2. And leave them there while people stood. Bastards. I was a sweet young thing then - nowadays I would pick the kit-bag up and chuck it on the squaddie.
My Mum was very strict about travelling manners - don't take up extra setas if people are looking, give up your seat to anyone struggling, help people on and off the vehicle and getting their baggage on the racks.
Maybe it was just us.
As to space - I prefer elbow room but I don't mind having a person next to me. Although I was trapped in the window seat when 3 heavily made-up (and I mean HEAVILY) women got on and squawked for 2 hours about some cosmetics thing they had been to. By the smell of them they had tried everything on offer. But that was a rare occasion. Mostly people are neutral or nice.
I have to admit I hate people who spread themselves out then stonilly ignore you as you walk by looking for a seat. Why should I have to ask to use a seat that should already be empty? But I do ask - I just feel it shouldn't be necessary.
I used to travel between Coventry and York regularly and would end up on the squaddie train. Each soldier would take up 2 seats himself and throw his kit-bag across the opposite 2. And leave them there while people stood. Bastards. I was a sweet young thing then - nowadays I would pick the kit-bag up and chuck it on the squaddie.
My Mum was very strict about travelling manners - don't take up extra setas if people are looking, give up your seat to anyone struggling, help people on and off the vehicle and getting their baggage on the racks.
Maybe it was just us.As to space - I prefer elbow room but I don't mind having a person next to me. Although I was trapped in the window seat when 3 heavily made-up (and I mean HEAVILY) women got on and squawked for 2 hours about some cosmetics thing they had been to. By the smell of them they had tried everything on offer. But that was a rare occasion. Mostly people are neutral or nice.
Sex God
Quote by foxylady2209
I used to travel between Coventry and York regularly and would end up on the squaddie train.
:notes: Oooh, must find time to check that train out! :rascal:
Sex God
Quote by noladreams
I used to travel between Coventry and York regularly and would end up on the squaddie train.
:notes: Oooh, must find time to check that train out! :rascal:
It was the Plymouth train I think. Passed through Coventry about 6. Mind you it was about 20 years ago. What you need to do is check out the current military bases and which trains go from there. Tell you what, I'll join you.
Safety in numbers and all that. Sex God
Quote by foxylady2209
I used to travel between Coventry and York regularly and would end up on the squaddie train.
:notes: Oooh, must find time to check that train out! :rascal:
It was the Plymouth train I think. Passed through Coventry about 6. Mind you it was about 20 years ago. What you need to do is check out the current military bases and which trains go from there. Tell you what, I'll join you.
Safety in numbers and all that.:giggle: Now that could be a good forum day out!
Sex God
My own favourite thing to do on public transport (with apologies to the comedian who suggested it on tv (I can't remember who)).....as the person looking for a seat approaches..look them straight in the eyes ...smile...pat the free seat next to you...it will remain the free seat next to you.
I've done this quite often and it never fails
I've done this quite often and it never fails
Quote by Kaznkev
no , take up my seat,however if i am with my boys we tend to magically remain with plenty of space around us
Oh dear - I had to sit with a family like that once - from Grantham to Newcastle. At somewhere close to, may have even been as far up as Durham, I couldn't stand it any longer and got off the train and walked down a couple of coaches and found another seat.
I then breathed a sigh of relief. The next thing I know the woman of the family is walking down the train going to the "john" glaring daggers at me!
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When I was an active commuter, there was a very strict “Social Etiquette” to train travel and always made me laugh:-
There is a specific spot on the departing Platform where you stand to await the train.
Everyone is on ‘nodding acquaintance’ terms but never speak.
Everyone had their ‘place’ or seat governed by an unspoken hierarchy and god forbid a ‘newbie’ traveller just taking one of these! (If looks could kill there would be a blood bath on the 07:34)
Allocation of these seats depended upon your years of commuting, the paper you read, the ‘cut of your jib’, your social ranking (only the ‘white collars’ ever got invited to a seat).
Over the years, it also became evident that even in 1st Class there was a specific ‘pecking-order’, Lawyers and Senior Bankers were congregated in the front (London end) unit, Government and Business Owners in the second unit, all others that could afford 1st Class were relegated to the third unit.
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There is a specific spot on the departing Platform where you stand to await the train.
Everyone is on ‘nodding acquaintance’ terms but never speak.
Everyone had their ‘place’ or seat governed by an unspoken hierarchy and god forbid a ‘newbie’ traveller just taking one of these! (If looks could kill there would be a blood bath on the 07:34)
Allocation of these seats depended upon your years of commuting, the paper you read, the ‘cut of your jib’, your social ranking (only the ‘white collars’ ever got invited to a seat).
Over the years, it also became evident that even in 1st Class there was a specific ‘pecking-order’, Lawyers and Senior Bankers were congregated in the front (London end) unit, Government and Business Owners in the second unit, all others that could afford 1st Class were relegated to the third unit.
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I was on a train this last Friday. Long distance... well, long distance for me, usually it's tube & bus, making a journey of an hour & a half to travel approx eight miles. This journey was a little longer to travel about one hundred and sixty.
It was one of those long-ish trains, lots of carriages, lots of little pieces of paper with seat reservations... and none for me... being a late ticket buyer.
However, I found a seat in a group of four, around a table, three were taken (paper) and one free (aisle seat). A couple had already taken thier places opposite me.
To my horror I discovered this was also the 'quiet carriage', more of that later.
So a plonked myself down and awaited the inevitable the disturbance of the fourth party joining the table, and Lo! He did.
a chap with a holdall and a small rucksack type of thing... so I stood whilst he got himself ready and settled. I stood because he was leaning in so close over me as he dumped a bag that I was having to lean sideways to allow him space. He told me that I may as well sit as he would be a few minutes.... and boy, did he mean it?
He took an age to slowly and clumsily remove jacket and jumper... folding then dropping them on the table... unzipping the rucksack to remove various carrier bags containing the secrets of self-contained long distance travel.
Newspaper (I wont divulge... I shuddered)
Banana (it looked bruised)
sandwiches (paste, by the look)
magazine (undefined, dogeared)
suppliment (newpaper suppliment, not about vitamins)
book (undefined again)
canned drink (vimto, I think)
... and proceeded to play a Tommy Cooper-egue game on the table top with various of these 'things'
"Banana - Book - Book - Banana... ahuh huh huh"
all the while, the narrow aisles on both sides of this constriction (of which I had become an involuntary part) were filling with bedraggeled commutors craning nack to one side and then the other looking for thier own reserved seats and preparing to fight for them. A people-vice that was closing in & in until there was no-hope of ever releasing myself from a situation that looked inevitable to result in bloodshed.
"Cardigan - Rack - Rack - Book - Banana, huh ahuh huh"
Trying to develop spontaneous and descrete methods of communication to signal to fellow travellers that I wasn't with this chap, and was a happless victim as were they... only had me making twitches and subtles hand-gestures that appeared to inflame the human aisle-vice to further imaptience. Brows were furrowed, umberellas were sharp... this was nasty.
"Sandwich - Can - can - sandwich"
Look! Stop that nonsence and sit the fuck down, you c*nt!
.. I thought.
He did... but then the fun really began, this man was an expert... a commutor highly trained in the art of the 'annoy'... I shan't say any more right now... I need a tablet.
lp
It was one of those long-ish trains, lots of carriages, lots of little pieces of paper with seat reservations... and none for me... being a late ticket buyer.
However, I found a seat in a group of four, around a table, three were taken (paper) and one free (aisle seat). A couple had already taken thier places opposite me.
To my horror I discovered this was also the 'quiet carriage', more of that later.
So a plonked myself down and awaited the inevitable the disturbance of the fourth party joining the table, and Lo! He did.
a chap with a holdall and a small rucksack type of thing... so I stood whilst he got himself ready and settled. I stood because he was leaning in so close over me as he dumped a bag that I was having to lean sideways to allow him space. He told me that I may as well sit as he would be a few minutes.... and boy, did he mean it?
He took an age to slowly and clumsily remove jacket and jumper... folding then dropping them on the table... unzipping the rucksack to remove various carrier bags containing the secrets of self-contained long distance travel.
Newspaper (I wont divulge... I shuddered)
Banana (it looked bruised)
sandwiches (paste, by the look)
magazine (undefined, dogeared)
suppliment (newpaper suppliment, not about vitamins)
book (undefined again)
canned drink (vimto, I think)
... and proceeded to play a Tommy Cooper-egue game on the table top with various of these 'things'
"Banana - Book - Book - Banana... ahuh huh huh"
all the while, the narrow aisles on both sides of this constriction (of which I had become an involuntary part) were filling with bedraggeled commutors craning nack to one side and then the other looking for thier own reserved seats and preparing to fight for them. A people-vice that was closing in & in until there was no-hope of ever releasing myself from a situation that looked inevitable to result in bloodshed.
"Cardigan - Rack - Rack - Book - Banana, huh ahuh huh"
Trying to develop spontaneous and descrete methods of communication to signal to fellow travellers that I wasn't with this chap, and was a happless victim as were they... only had me making twitches and subtles hand-gestures that appeared to inflame the human aisle-vice to further imaptience. Brows were furrowed, umberellas were sharp... this was nasty.
"Sandwich - Can - can - sandwich"
Look! Stop that nonsence and sit the fuck down, you c*nt!
.. I thought.
He did... but then the fun really began, this man was an expert... a commutor highly trained in the art of the 'annoy'... I shan't say any more right now... I need a tablet.
lp
I walked out of the office this morning and not looking where I was going, walked into a lady. Without thinking I closed my arms around her and then taking a look and hearing a voice say "What are you doing?" I realized what I was doing and released her. Now normally we would stand a couple of meters, now we are standing just six inches apart and talking.
Now here is a question, once we get closer to someone, does it change us for every?
Now here is a question, once we get closer to someone, does it change us for every?
