Who said you need smartphones to book seats on trains
Who said you need smart phones to book seats on trains and buses? All you require is a handkerchief, and the grimier, the better.
The other day the train had barely pulled into a station when a large, hairy, male hand plunged in through the window, startling the bespectacled young man huddled in the side seat out of his catnap. It dangled a tiny lady’s handkerchief like a pendulum under his nose. Now fully awake, the chap, showing signs of being a hypochondriac, involuntarily jerked his head away, stopped breathing and watched the grubby hanky anxiously while trying to distance himself from it and the germs it probably carried, but the hanky persisted in pursuing his nose.
Alarmed, he withdrew further and further into his seat quite determined to disappear through its back, when ...