another sighting
Posted: 04 Dec 2022, 21:21
evening all! happy first or last day of the week, depending on your perspective. since things are getting festive (read: shiny and expensive) i thought i’d share a story from christmas time. not the nutcracker, though.
this isn’t as lurid as my previous sightings (or as the ones i’m yet to post) but it is seasonal!
i’m quite cagey about where i live- suffice to say it’s somewhere in the uk- but since this is from a few years ago i can tell you that this took place in liverpool. i had a friend who was at uni there, and he invited me along to a christmas party being thrown by the choir he was in.
it wasn’t a very eventful party- almost everyone had exams the following week, so after a semi-formal dinner there was a bit of dancing and some booze at a guildhall in town, with everything due to be wrapped up by about 2am. for our part, we left about 11:30, so as not to miss the last train back to my mate’s flat and so i could catch my train home in the morning.
i’ve been on public transport late at night before- and caught a fair few accidents in progress or just after- but at 11:30 on a saturday night i wasn’t expecting much more than a few loud, merry scousers.
so i was a bit confused when we got on our train and a large group of men in nice jeans and shirts, clearly on their way to a club, all seemed so subdued. as we passed to grab a seat, the answer became clear.
sitting with his head bowed and his hands between his legs, one of the lads had clearly wet himself. his jeans were soaked from the crotch to the knees, and there was a puddle at his feet. my friend, not being into this particular interest and being the considerate, discreet type, just raised his eyebrows at me and then got his phone out. i, on the other hand, strained to overhear any bits of conversation that might shed some light on what had happened.
i caught the following scraps from the lads around him:
‘it’s all right, mate.’
‘…get a taxi…’
‘…too much to drink…’
‘…didn’t get there in time…’
sadly, theirs was the next stop (central) and they all got out. i assume the poor bloke with the soaked jeans cut his night short there while the others went out and enjoyed themselves. i just wish i could have been there when the accident itself happened!
this isn’t as lurid as my previous sightings (or as the ones i’m yet to post) but it is seasonal!
i’m quite cagey about where i live- suffice to say it’s somewhere in the uk- but since this is from a few years ago i can tell you that this took place in liverpool. i had a friend who was at uni there, and he invited me along to a christmas party being thrown by the choir he was in.
it wasn’t a very eventful party- almost everyone had exams the following week, so after a semi-formal dinner there was a bit of dancing and some booze at a guildhall in town, with everything due to be wrapped up by about 2am. for our part, we left about 11:30, so as not to miss the last train back to my mate’s flat and so i could catch my train home in the morning.
i’ve been on public transport late at night before- and caught a fair few accidents in progress or just after- but at 11:30 on a saturday night i wasn’t expecting much more than a few loud, merry scousers.
so i was a bit confused when we got on our train and a large group of men in nice jeans and shirts, clearly on their way to a club, all seemed so subdued. as we passed to grab a seat, the answer became clear.
sitting with his head bowed and his hands between his legs, one of the lads had clearly wet himself. his jeans were soaked from the crotch to the knees, and there was a puddle at his feet. my friend, not being into this particular interest and being the considerate, discreet type, just raised his eyebrows at me and then got his phone out. i, on the other hand, strained to overhear any bits of conversation that might shed some light on what had happened.
i caught the following scraps from the lads around him:
‘it’s all right, mate.’
‘…get a taxi…’
‘…too much to drink…’
‘…didn’t get there in time…’
sadly, theirs was the next stop (central) and they all got out. i assume the poor bloke with the soaked jeans cut his night short there while the others went out and enjoyed themselves. i just wish i could have been there when the accident itself happened!