This morning, we are again cursed with a jam-packed 2 carriage affair.
The conductor checks my ticket and then proceeds to perch his ass on
my laptop while he sells tickets to the people across the aisle. No
apologies, so I can only assume that he feels that this ménage a trois
between his backside, my equipment and my face is the stuff of my
He makes his way to the end of the carriage and back again before we
have reached any new stations and checks my season pass again.
Apparently, the experience we shared meant nothing. Sigh.