Nervous? Us?

[mandragora]

Was on the tube this morning, on my way to the office, when a fellow passenger asked if a bag by one of the doors belonged to anyone in the carriage. Everyone said no. And then we all looked at one another.

The train had just set off and was in a tunnel and therefore the best thing was to wait until it reached the next stop and alert the authorities. Most people moved to the other end of the carriage. I didn't. Hey, I had a seat! I sat there reflecting on the irony and counting the seconds until we reached the next stop. You see the next stop was where I was getting off anyway. So, if I got blown up just before I got off, I'd be, well, I'd be pretty pissed off actually. I also thought glumly that the timing would be spot on if the bag exploded just before the next stop, which is right in the heart of the City and therefore a major terrorist target. Has been for many years, actually, ever since a significant chunk was blown up by the IRA.

Next thing, the door between the carriages opened and a harassed looking woman stepped through. "Oh, that's my bag," she said. "I've been running up the train searching for it." And then, catching sight of the worried faces, "Oh. Sorry."

There was a palpable frisson of relief. Tense expressions lifted, tight bodies loosened. And I sat there wondering how the hell she managed to get her bag on one carriage of the tube train and herself on another. It's not like you can move easily between the carriages, after all. But, alas, before I could assuage my curiosity, the train pulled into Bank and I got off, reflecting on how fortunate the woman was that she'd found her bag before it was blown up by the bomb squad.

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[filenotch.livejournal.com]

Was it you who told me the story, or was it a Douglas Adams book, or someone else - anyway. London.

Seems there was someone with a BMW parking in an annoying fashion on a regular basis. Something like driving in from out of the city, leaving it in a resident's parking space when he worked in a nearby office. Whatever the detail was, he was insensitive to suggestions that the behavior was in appropriate. Since the car was in the same place every day, one annoyed neighbor called the police to say that a vehicle that did not belong to someone in the neighborhood had been left for several days.

The bomb squad blew it up.

Anyway, I've had some nervous rides on the T, with someone's bag left under a seat.

[mandragora1.livejournal.com]

The BMW story is classic! I bet if it had been any other car than a BMW they wouldn't have blown it up.

Everyone hates BMW. Well, except for the people who drive them, obviously.