Phil Mercer

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Crammed

 

It's fathers day, so I'm on the trek to the homeland so pay my due respects.

Once again I find myself squeezed on to a Cross Country service with people practically sitting on the roof, there is so little space! One had hoped once DB had taken on this operator we might have seen a bit of their efficiency rub off! Hey ho.

Looking around it's certainly an anthropologists dream. We have short vicars, unfeasably tall budhists (well I think they are, could be hari krishna, frankly at his height he must be on a first name basis with whatever God he supports!) and even a grown man crying.

For the latter, I can't help but wonder why he's crying. Everyone around him is doing a great job of ignoring him. That's the English for you I suppose.

I wonder if he's lost someone? There is a lot of that about at the mo. A friend lost her Mum last week and my Aunt hers. Once again I found myself a bit lost for words when offering my sympathies to them: 'at least the suffering is over / let me know if there is anything I can do' etc.

Should I talk to him... Offer him some sympathy, maybe an understanding frown?

Maybe he just has hayfever though...

# posted by Phil @ 10:36 am

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