Noooo! Don't go in there!!!

Isn’t it funny how there are unspoken rules about where you can and can’t go?

I commute on the train. Very rarely, I get to sit down. Most of the time I’m standing up, and sometimes I’m jammed in like a sardine. There doesn’t seem to be any reason why it changes on a daily basis, although I’m developing a hatred of those trains where they have the seats paired in a three and a two, rather than a two and a two. (And why aren’t there enough places to hold on when you’re standing in the door well, although that’s a different rant.)

This morning was a sardine day and we all shuffled up the carriage to let the last few people on. I found myself standing outside the nice, clean, empty, disabled loo. Why on earth weren’t people using the space? We were 10 minutes away from the terminus, so it was unlikely to be used, it’d help more people fit on, what’s the problem?

And yet no-one was interested. In the end two of us looked at each other, shrugged and went in. The other guy even put down the lid and settled down with a book, which was too far even for me. But I did get the most comfortable journey I’ve had in a while, with enough space to even do starjumps, much to the disgust of Minty who wouldn’t/didn’t come in. Ah well, if he prefers commuter BO that’s up to him.