Reply to post: On the other hand...

I've had it with these motherflipping eggs on this motherflipping train

Neil McCauley

On the other hand...

Train passengers eating stinky food can be a blessing in disguise. Years back I was getting the train from the Highlands back home to Glasgow after a week of hillwalking. I'd misjudged the timings and hadn't yet had a chance to get cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes. Sitting there acutely aware of my mankyness, I was saved by a pair of women who sat at the table opposite and pulled out their train snack: a range of pungent cheeses. Thanks for taking the heat off me ladies.

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