Metropolitan line desperation
Posted: 21 May 2022, 08:55
This happened earlier this week on the metropolitan line on the London Underground.
I was sitting towards one end of the long train which is all one big carriage. Two young guys were already on the train. Both about 19 years old, dressed sportily for the hot weather in shorts and t-shirt. One of them was really good looking. Medium build. Floppy brown hair. He was holding his crotch and walking in an uncomfortable way, but trying to look casual, down towards the end of the train. He was clearly from one of town and I realised that he wondered if there might be a toilet through the door at the end of the train.
But there are no toilets on the London Underground, even on the met line.
He looked towards his friend and shook his head ‘no’ and then sort of jogged back to him.
Then they started studying the tube map, counting the number of stations until their stop. Every now and then the lad would almost double over in discomfort. At this point, I had to get off the train to get to an appointment. As I was heading off, the desperate lad said in a tone of voice that was deliberately ‘sing song’, I think so as to convey a sense of not panicking, “….or I will be going in me pants”.
And then the doors closed, the train zoomed off with them still on it (even though there was a toilet at this station!) and I have no idea what happened next.
I was sitting towards one end of the long train which is all one big carriage. Two young guys were already on the train. Both about 19 years old, dressed sportily for the hot weather in shorts and t-shirt. One of them was really good looking. Medium build. Floppy brown hair. He was holding his crotch and walking in an uncomfortable way, but trying to look casual, down towards the end of the train. He was clearly from one of town and I realised that he wondered if there might be a toilet through the door at the end of the train.
But there are no toilets on the London Underground, even on the met line.
He looked towards his friend and shook his head ‘no’ and then sort of jogged back to him.
Then they started studying the tube map, counting the number of stations until their stop. Every now and then the lad would almost double over in discomfort. At this point, I had to get off the train to get to an appointment. As I was heading off, the desperate lad said in a tone of voice that was deliberately ‘sing song’, I think so as to convey a sense of not panicking, “….or I will be going in me pants”.
And then the doors closed, the train zoomed off with them still on it (even though there was a toilet at this station!) and I have no idea what happened next.