The first time I ever travelled first class on a train, I was amazed that they had complimentary chocolate bars on the tables. I ate mine & then the man whose chair I was sat in came back & demanded to know why I had eaten his chocolate bar.
Mortified.
Mortified.
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So as I passed, I playfully goosed him, looked back to smile at him
AND SAW THAT IT WASN’T MARK FRANCOIS.
I hid behind a pillar for
some time.
For holidays my family used to catch train(s) from fancy Bracknell to landlocked Truro.
My Dad once argued with a conductor while cuckooing in 1st class.
When the guy said, "we will remove you from the train, Sir"
it was all the more terrifying as we were on the Tamar Bridge at the time!
https://life-explorers.com/terra/stories/various/douglas-adams/packet-of-biscuits.php
https://www.whatmakesgreatwriting.com/p/write-hypnotic-stories-using-a-packet