I made mention of an incident on the tube whilst we were in London last week that amused me highly, that incident involved the utter humiliation of another passenger. Now I'm not usually one to laugh at the misfortune of others but this guy was a very suitable candidate and no guilt or self reproach was felt for my uncontrollable laughter at the time.
Having spent the day marveling at the diamonds at the Natural History Museum we had made our way to Baker Street station for journey home. As soon as we entered the tube and sat down it was evident that we had parked ourselves in seats adjoining what can only be described as 'less than elegant company'.
Sat on the opposite seats were two guys, perhaps in their middle twenties, both mixed race ( is that a pc phrase, my apologies if it's not) one
Ok, so my hackles were up already and unsure just how intimidated I felt I was considering my options where instructing him to remove his feet was concerned. As I considered my next move the two guys in question struck up a conversation in a barely decipherable language, yes it was English but a street gang version spoken extremely loudly and with attitude. Thes idiots knew they were causing offence but also knew they were intimidating and carried on with that insolent 'I dare you to take me on' intermittent glare in the direction of ourselves and other passengers.
My hackles were rising at this point beyond any level that their best efforts at intimidation would affect when the phone, constantly in the hand of guy number one rang. He was 'sporting' a hands free kit and proceeded to take the call at a volume best described without exaggeration as shouting. The conversation was again barely understandable with phrases including having to 'shake a few moves to make the dough' for whatever it was he was intending to purchase. No prizes for guessing what that was!
Now I could see my fathers blood beginning to boil, my mother trying very hard not to look decidedly uncomfortable and PG restraining himself from putting the guy up against the nearest carriage wall!
At this point the whole display began to fall spectacularly apart as over the P.A. system the station announcer announced the destination and stops for the train we were sat on waiting to leave. Idiot number two at this point realised that they were on the wrong train, something the rest of us were already aware of courtesy of guy number one telling his 'phone conversation' where and when he intended to alight, it was nowhere this train was about to go!
Man number two shot out of his seat shouting to man number one that they were on the wrong tube, who, still screaming into his hands free kit also made haste to depart....en-route to the closing doors he stumbled, righted himself, still shouting, and here is the hilarious bit, as he passed through the doorway his timing for one so cool was completely 'off' and he became amusingly, thouroughly stuck in the doors!
Oh the joy and hilarity. Now these doors usually reopen automatically should something become jammed in them but on this occasion for some unknown but very appropriate reason they did not! Suddenly 'Mr smart ass, too cool to move' lost all of his ability to intimidate as he flailed and swore against the contraption holding him fast in such an undignified manner!
Within a few seconds the doors caught up with the situation and released him but the damage was done, his pride was in tatters on the floor along with the headset that in the struggle had parted company with his head!......and how we all laughed in his now egg covered red face?!
If ever there was an appropriate incident of come-uppence this was it!
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