The other morning I sat on the platform next to a little boy and his father. The boy's nose was running & dripping nasty yellow stuff which he proceeded to wipe down his arm and across his face – accompanied by big slurping noises.
Now, I'm the type of person who carries a mini medicine cabinet in my handbag so it stands to reason I would also have 500 spare tissues. I said (in the most maternal voice I could dredge up) - "Would you like one of my tissues – I have plenty?"
The father looked up from his newspaper and stared at me as though I'd just asked the boy to expose himself. After a couple of moments he said: "No, he would not" !!
Boy continues to wipe sloppy disgusting snot everywhere.
On the other hand (pun intended)……..
This morning I sat waiting for a train next to a guy around 40. I watched him struggling mightily to do up the band of his watch. Reminded of the tissue incident I was reluctant to say anything but after a few more futile attempts on his part I asked "would you like help doing that up?" - "oh God, yes. Thank you so much".
I laughed as I said: This is why I have one of these elastic stretchy bands.
Then something that gave commuters a good laugh the other afternoon…. There were more people waiting on the platform than were going to fit on the train. As we surged forward the driver announced "People, you are not all going to fit on this train – there is another train coming. Look to your right and you will see the headlights of that train".
Mmmmmmmm – the only problem – if the lights were coming from the right they were coming head-on!