The other day I went to London on the train, and settled myself in to the seat, hoping for a nice journey with a copy of The Great Gatsby to keep me company.
The train was quiet so I hoped I’d have the seat to myself. However…
We got to Bedford and a man suddenly appeared at my seat and almost beheaded me as he swung his almighty rucksack into the luggage hold above.
That done, he plonked himself on to the seat next to me; made himself comfortable and then in front of everyone this foul man stuck his finger up his nose and started to pick at it furiously.
I won’t go into all the details because I don’t want to put anyone off their tea, but believe me, this disgusting practice was most certainly not welcomed and when he had a good look at his ‘findings’ and then wiped it on his trousers, that was the last straw.
I coughed loudly, and turned my head to stare at him but while I know he saw my look and heard my disgruntled groan, it made no difference to Mr Picky Nose whatsoever, and from Bedford to London he picked his nose in pure delight, while I squished myself up so close to the window that I was almost hanging out of the thing.
Unbelievably, just as we reached London, he put his hand into his pocket, pulled out a huge handkerchief and finally blew his nose.
Why he couldn’t have done that in the first place is beyond me.
Either he was deliberately trying to be aggravating, or he was just downright disgusting, with no manners whatsoever.
It’s impossible to know, but one thing’s for sure, I bet it’s not the first or the last time he’s done that in public.
I feel sorry for anyone else who has to sit next to this rude individual, and I hope that I never have the displeasure of meeting him again.