CRC, 22 May 2017
Deirdre stumbled onto the train puling a humungus suitcase behind her.
She had been running late and thought she was going to miss the train.
Her face was roaring red and she was sweating. She got to her seat, all out of breath.
She saw an old man seating in that seat that she has booked online.
He was reading the Irish Mirror and drinking a coffee.
Deirdre struggled to look for words.
“Eh, excuse me, sir?” she said.
The man looked up, “Hmm? Can I help you?”
“I booked this seat in advance. Would you mindmoving?” Deirdre asked.
“This is my seat,”the man said, taking a sip of coffee and going back to his paper.
Deirdre was in shock.
“Could you please move seats,”asked Deirdre. She showed him the ticket. “Look. This is my seat.”
The man glanced up at her. “Egh. You’re after making me loose the bit I was reading in my paper. Thanks a lot.”
Deirdre was hungry and tired and not in the mood for this.
“I’ve had enough of this. If you don’t get up, I will get the conductor.”
The man slammed his paper on the table. “I’d like to see you try.”