Train and the Pushy woman

Me!

This morning I was on the tube, and two seats clear up in front of me, so I sat down in one of them, and all of a sudden, I heard, “Excuse me, that’s my seat!”. Said a lady as she climbed passed about 4 or 5 people to get to seat next to me.. Without hesitation she proceeded to sit down and continue reading her magazine. Now from my point of view, this lady wasn’t old, she wasn’t disabled, she wasn’t obese and she didn’t appear pregnant. She would have been at most a 27 or 28 year old slim woman who just seemed to want the seat and believe it was hers.

Which got me to thinking, at what stage do I get to the age where I can start assuming a seat on the train is mine? When does it get to the point where I don’t have to worry about others who are standing around me and just sit, whilst the five 14 year olds chatter loudly whilst seated on the other side of the carriage? Not just that, and I’m going to get flamed for this, when is a pregnant woman, pregnant in the eyes of the public? If somene told me they were pregnant, I’d give up my seat anyway, but this shouldn’t be a free card, just because your a woman, and you can tell a white lie. Ya hear me?

I propose ACROD stickers for all people of priority on public transport. That’ll solve the issue.

 

Wear it proudly, you deserve it!

As it is, unless your old, disabled or pregnant you ain’t getting a seat from me unless you ask, but the nerve of some people on the train amazes me.


Update: This would brighten my day

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  • admin
    I can just imagine, bus's are even worse!

    I've found a good thing to do is sit down, music in ears, and just nod head and ignore everything else whilst smiling like a tranced out raver. No-one bugs me for a seat then, doesn't disturb me..
  • Henry
    hahahaha, too right.

    I hate sharing my seat with people on the bus. I hate people who won't move over and free up the seat next to them more.

    So I leave the seat next to me vacant, but do all i can to look like someone you don't want to sit next too. Seem it works fairly well too, the knack seems to be sitting in the right seat and looking grouchy.
  • admin
    Damnit, time to move to Manchester I think...

    There's a bit of prick in all of us, there's a lot of prick in those affected by the North. Probably a good reason to stay away, on second thoughts..
  • Henry at work
    man, you sound like a Londoner :p
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