Thursday 13 February 2020

Commuter Yarns #1

I used to work in London. One evening Dad and I were stood in the buffet car, reading. A bloke was giving someone 5 minutely ETA updates on his phone all the way from Paddington.

A man walked up to him from the other end of the car. He took the bloke’s phone from him without a word and threw it out of the open window. He then turned on his heel and walked away, back to his paper.

The phone owner looked like he’d been slapped with a wet haddock!