Can I nominate last night's train guard, on the 1931 from Cambridge North?
I line up ready for the front of the train, to allow swifter exit at Ely, vestibule barren of any other bikes, about 5 people in the carriage
"you can't put it in here mate" says guard
"why not, it's MT?"
"Rools, innit, go to the other end"
"Alright" sez I
bimble rearwards, as I get to the last carriage the doors lock
Utter f*&@incg cnut.
Station platform staff right on the spot, he's livid, guard has cameras so can see what I'm doing and it can only be vindictive.
Starts unloading on me about the state of the railways and how he's about to lose a job after 24 years. Lukcily another train due in about 8 mins.
TBH, I don't mind going to the back, it's the rools, but to direct me there when it makes no effin' difference and just lock the doors on me? What kind of small minded arse does that kind of shit?