I’ve
just been for a wee on a train. It may not sound that exciting but the carriage
I was in was completely empty so I could take my time to play with all the
little gadgets without having to feel guilty about an audience watching me go
in and out. There wasn’t even any gear of a queue striking up behind me. I could
take my time closing the door and shut myself away without people wondering whether
I was off for a number one or two. As the train was late before I boarded, I decided
to leave a bit chaos by folding the baby change tray down over the bowl. In fact,
when I emerged, I was having so much fun that I wondered if I’d missed my stop.
As I emerged I noted that there wasn’t a button to close the cubicle from the
outside; so to be sure I reached in and pressed the inside button before
fleeing. The whole experience interested a laughing black guy, though whether
he was laughing at me or his phone call is a matter to be resolved.
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