I had one of them beauts on me case the other day gettin the train from Hunts Cross to Waterloo.
I was sat in one of them seats where opposite me theres like a plastic ledge either side of the actual seat.
I had me toes restin on the plastic bits so i could use me knees at the right angle to comfortably balance the paper and read it.
Next minute i heard "Feet off the seats please son".
I was half stoned anyways so i just ignored it assumin some kids near me.
Then I heard. "Feet off the seat or you're gettin a caution"
I turned around to look at that stage, only cos i was expectin this fella to get a tirade of abuse from some hoodie wearin Speke heads.
Only then did i realise he was talkiin to me.
I quite politely replied "Sorry mate, didnt realise you were takin to me then, I avent got me feet on the seats though."
He told me "Right, thats enough cheek from you, whats yer name and address"
At this stage it could of gone a number of different ways. I decided the most favourable one was the one that caused ME the least grief, so i'm sorry to admit that I simply stood up and exited the train at Baliol Road, and waited an other 19 minutes for the next train.
IN a complete contrast to how things normally work out for me, i simply boarded the next train and reached my intended final destination with no additional fuss.
Suprisingly enough.