As I stood waiting patiently to disembark at Reading having resigned myself once again to having missed my connecting train due to late arrival I heard a rustle of movement behind me. Fellow passengers were clutching ankles and shins as a strange,colourful aspiration whizzed past them. As the apparition got closer I realised it was a small, eccentrically dressed lady carrying a folder micro scooter. She was wearing a pink bobble hat, green body warmer, pink and purple hooped jumper, beige skirt, bright red tights, and yellow trainers.
"'scuse me" she'd mutter as she shoved past her patient passengers, wearing a very anxious look on her face, before whacking them with the micro scooter. She was a woman on a mission. I tried to avoid the whack, but there was no where to go...my left ankle is still a bit tender from the scooters impact. She pushed through leaving a trail of devastation in her wake. On into the adjoining carriage, the buffet and dinning car she went, gathering speed too.
I thought given her pace I'd never see her again. Then I heard the tannoy announcement "would passengers in coach F kindly refrain from entering coach G as we are serving hot meals and trying to get throu there is a health and safety hazard." As we slowed and made our way into the station I saw her approaching the door which I would exit from, looking even more anxious and determined....and with what looked like gravy dripping down her body warmer. I managed to position myself for a quick exit by the door...and as we stopped was soon on the platform, away from the colourful whirlwind of womanhood. How wrong I as "'scuse me"... Whack....shin this time....and off she sped into the crowd. I hope she got there on time, wherever there was.
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