Reflections on a daily commute
8:42, 8 carriages. All stops. Always plenty of seats, but don’t tell the people who sandwich themselves onto the 8:37, which was two carriages short. Fred the guard, or ‘customer manager’. Hair in a high bun. Click. Thanks very much. Click. Have a happy day. Click. Lovely weather. Click. Have a nice day dear (to… Continue reading Reflections on a daily commute