Sunday, 27 April 2008

Refreshment

It’s after the evening rush hour but the train is still full of tired commuters making their humourless way home. As the Kent countryside whizzes darkly past the windows, the refreshments trolley passes through the carriage, pushed by a blonde man used to being ignored. He navigates his way along the feet-and-knees-and-briefcase-strewn aisle, almost entirely without notice. ‘Teas, coffees?’ he enquires, then cheekily, realising no one is listening, ‘Champagne, caviar?’ I laugh and he winks at me as he passes.

2 comments:

Gucci Muse said...

Poor Soul! What a thankless job and its onlytrying to make the ride home more enjoyable.

August said...

This just brought a big smile to my face.

Good for him for having a sense of humour.

August