Boy… Wolf… Cry…
November 17th, 2009
So here I am, on the districtline neatly minding my own business, waiting for the train to depart from Earls Court. It’s taking it’s sweet time, but nobody bats an eyelid. This *is* TFL after all.
After a few minutes however, an announcement… “Ladies and gentleman. Due to an emergency we kindly ask you to leave the station immediately!”
This is not your standard message and everyone on the train looks up and at each other. A flurry of confused looks exchange and then: “Ladies and gentleman. Due to…” the message repeats as do some of the confused looks. Only some though, since most have changed from confused to “I’m not moving, I got a seat!”
At the third repeat, I pack up and hop off the train. Oddly enough only 3 others follow my example and we head for the exit. As we start up the stairs, another announcement. This time not a pre-recorded dooms message though: “ladeesh an gen’al’man… Ffanks for lis’ening to our daily alarm check notice…”
The four of us stare at each other and shake our heads. We head back to the train and hop on. We’ve lost our seats and now have to endure the triumphant smug grins from those that had remained seated.
Next time there’s an alarm they can piss off; I’m not giving up my seat unless the flames are lapping at my feet!!!
– Posted from my iPhone