Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Train Buddy 2.0 had a narrow escape this morning. I saw the lone male in the OWFH (Office Workers from Hell) sitting alone at a table by himself and an empty table across the aisle. TB2 and I had a silent conversation comprised entirely of small facial expressions and subtle gestures in which I weighed up the situation and decided to sit elsewhere while he decided to brave it. About 2 minutes later TB2 came my way with his stuff in hand. Apparently the rest of the bitchy gaggle was expected at the next station. Had he not opted to move, he could have been trapped there for over an hour listening to backstabbing and pregnancy stories. Instead, we had a lovely conversation about how screwed up our various institutions were and got on with a most productive journey on our laptops. Phew!