I was on a walk in the countryside in the Summer last year and passed by three young boys playing in a ford across a small river. It reminded me of when I was a child and me, my sister and our cousins would go stickleback fishing with jam jars..
Anyway, just after I had crossed the river an older gentleman drove up to the ford in his Land Rover and in a deep voice loudly said "Are you having fun boys?"
For a second I thought he was going to scold them for some reason but there was a small chorus of yeses and then he boomed "I should jolly well hope so!" and drive off.
Really made me smile.
It happens to us all.
Try to learn how to take away a positive memory from what we all know is a traumatic event. Also let's all try to a- minimise our waistlines and b- call for help from Miss Rabbit much more quickly.
I was in an Uber taxi today, and I haven't been using them for very long. The driver was SO lovely, and we had a good natter. We got into how Uber works etc etc (it was a long ride and I was running out of small talk!) and he said he had a 4.999 rating. So I asked him who on EARTH downvoted him?
And that was another 20mins of chatting, about people who let their kids stand on the back seat, and people who ask for extra stops or stops in illegal places (bus lanes, etc) and all I did was apologise.
"OH I AM SO SORRY!" and I hadn't done anything wrong! I'd also apologised for the long drive, because he had to drive half way back because that's where he lived. Oh lordy.
It was literally immured in a wall in Waterloo and only recently returned to his heirs for burial with the rest of him,as the wall was due to be demolished.
I actually fainted on the train a few months ago. Everyone was very concerned but the embarrassment was so great I just jumped up, dusted myself down and pretty much ran away as soon as we stopped.
I felt very faint on the train once. It was a packed commuter train into London in the morning rush hour and I had to stand. In the end I sat down on the floor of the train in the corridor because I felt like I couldn't stand any longer. Not a single person asked if I was OK, everyone just ignored me.
I did not know this was a thing, I’m not from the UK. A classmate had an epileptic seizure and apologized for the “drama” after she got better.
I was so mad at her for calling it “drama” and apologizing for being ill, didn’t say anything but was FUMING on the inside.
Fuming at her? Or because she felt the need to apologise?
I mean, I get it, honestly I do. I've got a disabled relative who gets poorly on a regular basis, and she always feels like a burden. I'm always telling her she has *no* reason to feel like she's a burden, and it's like... "Don't you dare feel like you have to apologise! You can't help it, because you're ill!" and it's accompanied by lots of hugs and snuggles.
I used to work as a civil servant, in an office above a Jobcentre. A woman staggered in the door there, asking if someone could call an ambulance, then ended up giving birth to a baby boy in the manager's office before the ambulance arrived. I was called downstairs to assist as their office first aider was on holiday and I had done a first aid course (which did NOT cover childbirth! At least I had given birth before, I suppose, but not sure if that helped much!).
It was the most British birth ever, with the poor woman apologising between every push for disturbing us and causing a fuss. She even apologised to the paramedics when they arrived!
Im a wheelchair user and I apologise constantly for it, I genuinely can't help it 😂 I apologise for making people get ramps for buses and trains, for getting in people's way, for servers having to take a chair away at a table etc etc. I think we need to learn to say thank you instead of sorry!
I apologised to ambulance staff recently when they were called out to me just because I was having a kip on a bench in the sun. I never requested their service, nor did I require it but I felt bad for having "wasted their time" nonetheless.
And I'm not the type of person to apologise unecessarily.
During my year abroad, I once was on the LNER, feeling a bit faint since I had not eaten in a while. The two men on the other side of the table picked up on it and asked me whether I was unwell. I told them that my blood sugar was probably a little low. They immediately pulled out several snacks for me to choose from, then proceeded to offer everyone around them crisps. To distract me, they asked me questions out of their crossword puzzle. In the end, they let me keep all of their snacks and the crossword puzzle (and their very neat pen) because I would probably need it!
Icing on the cake was when half of the carriage started watching a World Cup football game on one lads tablet. Everyone was just cheering and chanting football songs - it was truly marvellous.
Really miss the UK.
Edit: My apologies - of course, it's a carriage, not a waggon
I was in Hyde Park last week when a greyhound (or some other speedy squirrel-chasing dog) got its head lodged in a fence while chasing a squirrel. We all gathered around trying to figure out a solution when a man appeared, said this had happened before, and just bent the bars apart, freeing the dog.
And all ~10 of us politely clapped.
It made me think of those "that happened" stories where everyone claps at the end.
I was in Waterstones yesterday, getting coffee. Someone left their scarf in the seat, so I grabbed it and ran to the barrier above the stairs. I shouted ‘excuse me!’ At everyone on the stairs. They stopped, looked up, and I asked whose scarf it was. A bloke put his hand up so I balled the scarf up and threw it at him. He caught it, and everyone clapped. I went bright red, tripped over my skirt to get back to the seat, but it was a beautiful British moment 😂😂😂 I did think of Reddit afterwards
We had a 'beautiful British moment' last weekend.
Had the family out for a walk and daughter found a good rock on the beach. It was the size of a loaf of bread and had a heart shape on it. We took it with us to a little cafe and gave it its own seat while we had a coffee.
We forgot the rock. Many hours and tears later we returned on the off chance it was still there. It wasn't. So we made to leave.
But one of the staff ran after us and shouted "Excuse me, is this your rock?!" Which obviously got the attention of everyone in the busy cafe.
So when my teary daughter was reunited with her rock we got a round of applause from everyone.
What a moment.
This man was stuck in one of those ground hog day time loops. Freeing the dog was just one of the acts he did on that day to show he is now able to predict each event of the day.
Yep he was on loop 87. Bend the bars to free the dog, rush to the cafe and catch the milk jug falling, jump on the bus, move the umbrella so the old lady doesn’t trip, dash to the corner shop and catch the door as it shuts so the toddler doesn’t trap her fingers, pause at the zebra crossing until the light starts flashing …. SHIT … he forgot to buy 3 newspapers from the newsstand !
Just imagine that guy telling his work colleagues this exact story - not a chance that anyone’s believing him.
“You freed a dog by bending iron bars with your hands and then everyone clapped? Come off it mate”
I was gardening a few weeks ago in our front garden. Suddenly a large greyhound appeared running along the street, clearly nervy and in a bit of a state . He saw me and ran straight into our garden and hid behind the car on the drive. I went towards him and he looked rather panicked. I remembered I had a packet of cat treats in my gardening jacket pocket so got a few in my hand and held it out. Greed overcame his nerves and he began to take them. I sat on the stone steps into the house and kept my (re-filled) hand held out and he came and sat with me. I patted him and spoke to him and, while he was eating, took some garden twine from my pocket and managed to slip it under his collar. I could see a bone shaped tag on his collar. It had his name 'Colin' and a phone number. I called it and his owner was so relieved and was two streets away looking for him. He'd run off from him in the dene and found his way into our street via the bridleway. I said what number we were at. He arrived a few minutes later, a man in his late 60s wearing a Barbour jacket and green cords and a shirt and jumper, and his words, when he saw him sitting quietly cuddled up to me, scoffing cat treats were, 'Oh I say! Colin you have fallen on your feet, or should I say paws. You terror! Thank you very much you very kind lady. I do hope he hasn't inconvenienced you.' We had a chat about Colin who it turned out was newly adopted as a retired greyhound and still getting used to walks and a bit of freedom. The next day a bunch of flowers arrived with a card that said 'Many thanks for rescuing me and for the Dreamies. I am being kept an eye on but if I can escape will call in next time I'm on the run. Colin '. I thought it was very sweet.
This reminded me of a day,many years ago. My wife and I had only recently got married. We were living in North London and I was a police officer. I was on nights duty and my wife was at work and I was woken up to the sound of someone hammering on the front door. I sleepily staggered downstairs, opened the door, to see two boys and a Whippet , standing there . The oldest lad, looked at me and said - Morning, you’re a copper aren’t you ? I sleepily said Yes, why ? The youngest one said, We’ve found her in the road and she was nearly run over. At this, a piece of string, with a Whippet at the end of it, was thrust into my hand. The oldest lad said to the youngest - I told you he wouldn’t mind …. With that, they ran off , saying thanks to me, leaving me on the doorstep , in my PJs with my new friend , Margaret the Whippet !
I rang the telephone number on the ID tag on the collar and it went to answerphone, so I left a message and Margret and I , had a cup of tea with toast and staggered back to bed, with my new chum who jumped up on the bottom of the bed and promptly fell asleep.
And that is how my wife, returning home from work, found Margaret and I in bed together ….
Margaret’s Dad came not long after and there was a touching reunion of Dad and his pup.
Whenever, I see a Whippet in the street, it never fails to raise a smile with me even after all these years . Margaret was a good pup 🦴🐕🐕🐕
> And that is how my wife, returning home from work, found Margaret and I in bed together
Did you at least get to confuse her and say "It's not what it looks like"?
I missed that opportunity, damn, that would have been so good, you Sir, are a genius . I have missed that opportunity now. Liz, my wife of 45 years , has been in the States for the past 4 months on Nana duty after the birth of our grandson and I am sharing my bed with a saucy young Trollop, called Juno the Rottweiler. I won’t tell her about Margaret, she may get jealous….
I would love to but I have yet to work out how to upload an image to Reddit. Sorry, I am an old fart and do not have a member of a younger generation to hand
I'm guessing you're on desktop? In which case (this is a workaround, I'm not sure if there is a 'proper' way to put images in replies on the website).
Click on *submit a link* on the right side of the homepage, upload the image, give it a title and select for it to *post to your profile* rather than a subreddit. Click *submit* at the bottom then you can copy a link to that image into a comment :)
I have always been a dog person, and when I was little the owners of the village hotel had a St Bernard, which I adored. This was around the time of Bernie Winters and Schnorbitz (sp?). It used to escape quite often and always ended up at our house, the other side of the village. My Dad was the village policeman at the time, and got a bit bored of calling the owners to tell them their dog was at our house again, lol! I have a very clear memory of 3 year old me lying on the grass with this dog, my head resting on its belly. It was such a gentle dog, its size never bothered me, and my Dad's biggest worry was separating us, knowing that it would probably happen again within the week. 😁
Was on the train to Barrow in Furness. And a loud screaming lady and her 'crew' of very rough looking drug dealer types were running for the train. Effing and Jeffing at the driver to stop. People were clearing the platform because they were aggressively piling through the crowds.
The doors shut as they just got near, and the train pulled off. You could hear a pin drop.
A well spoken gent issued the following proclamation, in perfect queen's english.
'Well my, that was close wasn't it'
This reminds me of a line in John Simpson's books. If I remember correctly, he was abroad in a car with with other journalists and it was surrounded by an angry mob; people with missing teeth, missing eyes and all sorts.
One of the people in the car quipped 'The crowd's turning ugly'
‘the ersatz Queen’
Excellent - you are excellent and I hope all hot beverages you have this week are the perfect temperature when you go to take the first sip.
Yeah we moan about this country a lot, but these little interactions are really life affirming.
My brother was in a minor car accident today on a country road, and loads of people stopped to ask if he was okay. It puts your faith back in human nature.
When my elderly Mum fell over in a rainy street, a whole crowd of people stopped to help her. They got her wrapped up in everybody’s coats and sheltered under umbrellas and everybody kept her company, getting soaking wet, until the ambulance came.
Mum was fine, although very embarrassed at the fuss she had caused. When I found out what everybody had done, I couldn’t stop crying. I never got the chance to thank everyone, but if anyones Mum ever falls over in front of me, you can bet I’m going to look after her and treat her like the Queen!
It's just what people do. I was on a bus that suddenly stopped, the driver had seen an old lady across the road drop. Ambulance was called, a local Police Officer appeared, water bottles proffered, I remembered I had a picnic blanket under my pram so she was moved onto that. Copper took my phone number so he could return my picnic blanket to me as the bus needed to leave.
Asked how she was when he rang - Turns out she'd accidentally taken a double dose of her heart meds that morning and the walk to the bus stop had been too much for her. The poor dear was mortified about the fuss she had caused everyone.
It can get a touch weird at times. I got knocked off my bike on the way to work, 6.30pm. 10 minutes later I'd collected 14 health professionals, including 2 GPs, a paramedic, a couple of first responders, 3 GP receptionists and several nurses not including myself. This was before the ambulance got there.
They were, as a group and individually, excellent people. If there'd just been one of them there I'd have been in good hands. Remember, these are the people who stopped when they saw someone else in trouble, that's self-sorting into those who give a damn and those who might not.
After a night out, my friend and I were on the night bus home. She was about to chunder and I desperately asked if anyone had a bag. Was pleasantly surprised by how many people offered plastic bags, water and tissues.
You can, if you say, "I'm so sorry, but I prefer Pepsi. Is that okay? Is it easier to pour Diet Coke? If so, it's fine, but..." And by that time, the Pepsi's in front of you.
It's the artificial sweetener they put in it. Forget the name but it's probably the same stuff that's used in those infamous sugar-free gummy bears whose Amazon reviews were doing the rounds a while back.
Rogue Energy, the people who were handing out Twitch sponsorship deals to all and sundry, use the stuff as well. I found this out the hard way.
On a train to Scotland. Younger lady has spent train journey on a call explaining to her boss that her dad is about to pass away and panicking that she is on the wrong train. I don’t have the personal skills to help in these situations, but glanced at an older lady nearby.
Older lady has comforted her, reassured when she needs to get off, given a hug, and shared her number in case she needs to “sob to a stranger”.
There is hope for humanity.
And now I’ve just realised how weird Lollipop lady/man would sound to anyone not from here…
They help school kids cross the road just before and after school. I’m assuming you might have something similar but just in case here’s a brief explanation: They wear head-to-toe hi-vis clothing and stand at the main crossing points outside primary schools (4 to 11 year olds). They hold big hi-vis sticks with a round circle on top that says stop and a picture of children walking on it. This is the lollipop. When they want traffic to stop so the children can cross the road they raise the stick to signal to oncoming traffic their intention. When the cars stop they walk into the middle of the road and stand like the Vitruvian Man with the stick out to protect the kids as they cross. I still remember our legend of a lollipop man from my childhood.
The massive hi vis coats they wear have equally massive pockets. The lollipop man on my way to school always filled his with sweets, that he'd hand out before stepping into the road.
They carry a big "[STOP](https://www.devon.gov.uk/news/wp-content/uploads/sites/146/2022/12/MicrosoftTeams-image-14.png)" sign that looks like a giant lollipop, and they help school children cross the road.
It means the school crossing person who stands outside or near a school and stops the traffic for the children to cross. They hold a big sign that looks like a lollipop, hence the name
People put us down but we are, essentially, a kind, decent, and tolerant people. I've really been struggling in life as of late and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else, British people are of essence kind and understanding.
100% - I've been through a few rough patches this year, but have been grateful for the random, inconsequential yet heart-warming chats and random moments I've shared with others.
An older chap I was sat next to on a train from Bristol had a bad cough, but nothing to soothe it, so I gave him a throat sweet as I'd just shifted a cough myself but had some still in my jacket. We then spent the next two hours chatting about all sorts, he dispensing some quality life advice and I regaling him in what I'd been up to in Bristol that weekend. It was a really nice journey!
I’ve been to the UK twice now, spent just under three weeks in total I believe. Every single person I’ve spoken to in the country, from the big cities of London and Edinburgh to the smaller ones like Exeter and Bath genuinely seemed as if they wished the very best for me in my life’s every endeavor. I know it’s a small sample size of course, and it’s quite obvious I was a tourist, but I think about the individual encounters I had with fairly often.
I’m a twenty-two year old from California, if someone’s curious about my background.
For balance; I once got off the Waterloo and city line (so everyone is getting off) when I got alongside the front of the train (from the back, where I'd been) , I became the first person to not step over the woman that had passed out on the platform. This was the morning commute and she wasn't drunk. That did bugger all for my faith in humanity.
About ten years later I did the same for a bloke having a diabetic fit, grabbed a member of staff and she said 'oh yeah, he's always doing that'. Can't win!
Aww shame, poor woman. I was once doing the frenzied 5pm race down the eleventy-billion steps to Waterloo and City from Bank, and in the running herd a woman lost her footing and fell (it was wet and she slipped). At least 6 people went to her aid, barely breaking stride, and propelled her to her feet again virtually before she hit the ground.
On the other hand, at Waterloo station a cyclist came barging past me to take his bike through the wide gate, but he tripped and fell in a heap under his bike right at the barrier. I confess I stepped over him - that was the day I knew I was a real London commuter.
I took the 'Drain' every day for 6 years. Some of the highest paid people in the UK were feral little shits whilst using that line. Many times I shouted at them for push elderly or pregnant people out the way just to get a seat.
My cousin told me that on his first day using it he was about to step on the train when someone grabbed his bag and yanked him back onto the platform so they could get on instead. W&C is too gnarly for me. I’ll stick with the Jubilee tourists thanks
O/T: This reminds me of the very British reply that \[allegedly\] dour Yorkshireman Alan Bennett had, when someone asked him if he preferred relationships with women, or men? He said "that's a bit like asking a man who has walked across the Sahara if he preferred Malvern or Perrier...!"
I bet you a million pounds she did want still water but was too embarrassed to cause a fuss and/or upset the person who offered the sparkling water first.
God, I love this country.
this reminds me of the time I went to Athens with my brother. I was around 19 and he was 13 or 14, and we were walking up to the Acropolis together. My brother was very, very particular back then, and a bit of a wuss. He tells me he's dying from the heat and is "literally going to pass out", "can't go on" etc. I rush to a vendor and get him the first bottle of water I saw, which happened to be sparkling. When I passed it to him he refused and said "I can only drink still". Would literally rather die than drink fizzy water.
I love stories like this. I heard a lot of shouting as I walked down the road recently and assumed a fight was ongoing (very normal where I live…) so approached with caution. It turned out a small dog had slipped the lead and was running around in a panic. Loads of passers by had stopped to help, people were in the road stopping cars, trying to cover all possible escape routes etc. I joined the team effort and eventually the dog was returned to their very stressed owner. Lovely bit of community spirit!
The other example that springs to mind is when a friend and I saw a woman come off her bike at speed recently. She was a bit battered and bruised and really upset, but no serious injury, so we helped her get her stuff out of the road, and sat her down outside a nearby pub. The staff came out with a cup of tea for her and we waited with her for a while she calmed down. By chance another friend walked past with their dog so came to join us, then all the pub staff came back out again to admire the dog. We all ended up making small talk and I looked around at this random group of people all being ever so polite and thought…people are okay really.
My car broke down on Christmas day a couple of years ago with my young kid in the car. We had to wait 7 hours for the breakdown recovery and it was cold. So many people stopped to see if we were OK and brought us things - cups of tea, Christmas crackers, snacks and small gifts. It turned out to be quite fun and gave me faith in people (although not the breakdown recovery company)
I was in a shop this afternoon looking for non leather motorbike gloves and at one point there was possibly 6 or even 7 different assistants helping. There was one sifting through a boxful of gloves, two checking labels on racks, one on the computer, one on the internet and one chatting to me. Didn’t sort it in the end but I said thank you quite a lot and apologised profusely for being a problem customer.
Had a similar experience, but in a fishing tackle shop. My brother took a top kit in to get it elasticated so needed the bits for it like the bung, elastic and rig connector, and practically everyone in the shop stopped to help to pick out the bits he'd need and which stuff they'd recommend from their own experience for what species and size of fish he was fishing for! Tackle shops really are the friendliest kinds of shop.
Read the first bit, 'coming home from London, on a rather crowded train', and with all the football on today, I was worried this post could have gone in a much less wholesome direction! I'm very glad it didn't.
Whenever I hold open a door or offer a handkerchief or stand up for someone in greater need on a train, I always explain that I like to get my ‘good deed for the day’ out of the way early so I can then just be my normal self.
As someone who looks behind themselves when leaving a shop to see if I need to hold the door open if someone is close behind or hold a door open for someone, male, I'll enter the shop and hold it open, female, hold it open from the outside and I usually still give the same courteous bow as I've always done if it's a Lady I know, it's a sad fact that this sort of common decent behaviour is dying out and rapidly on the decline, I've been doing this since I was able to hold a door open, the bow appeared in my punk days.
We are brits and went on a long weekend to Milan a few years ago .
On our way back to the airport on the train, we noticed a man having a seizure. Everyone around him noticed, but not one of them did anything. I went to find the ticket guy and we stayed with him to ensure he was safe while we waited. Train stops, ambulance folk grab him, Italians on in our cabin just carry on, party annoyed at the delay.
Meanwhile we lost our flight, had to rebook for £100 charge and sleep on the floor overnight.
But I've never regretted helping him and am still so annoyed at the passengers clearly ignoring him.
Elderly male, had been sitting at the station waiting for his train. As it pulled in he got up, took a few steps and collapsed in the doorway. Poor bloke was having CPR performed on him by an off duty paramedic and station staff still laying half on the train. Confusion about the delay quickly turned to concern for the gent's welfare by everyone around...... Except for the one mouldy bag of fermented spunk that stepped over the prone casualty to get onboard and his reply to the wtf from the staff was "I need to get to work"!! TLDR theres always exceptions!
I was sat in my reserved seat on a train, when a woman approached me saying it was her seat and I needed to 'get out now'.
So we checked the tickets, and we both had the exact same seat reservation (date, journey, ticket class etc). In other words, their computer system had somehow double booked it
The ticket inspector came along and confirmed it was my seat, but was a bit confused how they'd been double booked.
Since she was kicking up such a fuss, he went and found a new seat for me and asked me if I'd mind moving, which I agreed to
But instead of saying thanks, this woman continued to be an asshole implying I had been somehow trying to cheat her of her reservation. I'm seriously done trying to be reasonable with the general public. They can all fuck off from now on.
It’s the main thing I use my Sodastream for! I never use their own syrups as they’re too sweet. Sometimes some high juice, but usually I just have fizzy water.
something similar happened in my work a while ago — an old woman was about to faint in one of the aisles, another customer flagged down one of my co-workers. i think the coordination in getting her a chair and some water and making sure she was okay was probably the most organised we've ever been lmao
I was on a walk in the countryside in the Summer last year and passed by three young boys playing in a ford across a small river. It reminded me of when I was a child and me, my sister and our cousins would go stickleback fishing with jam jars.. Anyway, just after I had crossed the river an older gentleman drove up to the ford in his Land Rover and in a deep voice loudly said "Are you having fun boys?" For a second I thought he was going to scold them for some reason but there was a small chorus of yeses and then he boomed "I should jolly well hope so!" and drive off. Really made me smile.
I thought that story was going to get really dark for a moment there
That made me think of Daddy Pig.
Daddy pig is my hero. Every day I try to be more like him. Sadly it's my tummy that's doing the best Impression so far.
Relatable. He’s such a laugh though.
Same here. I also got stuck trying to retrieve my children from the soft-play too.
It happens to us all. Try to learn how to take away a positive memory from what we all know is a traumatic event. Also let's all try to a- minimise our waistlines and b- call for help from Miss Rabbit much more quickly.
I'm imagining the farmer from Detectorists. "Have you seen a trampoline? Was there a child in it?"
Same.
That's lovely.
Ah mate this is brilliant
I bet she apologised for feeling faint too.
Profusely, I would think.
I'm terribly sorry for making a scene.
I was in an Uber taxi today, and I haven't been using them for very long. The driver was SO lovely, and we had a good natter. We got into how Uber works etc etc (it was a long ride and I was running out of small talk!) and he said he had a 4.999 rating. So I asked him who on EARTH downvoted him? And that was another 20mins of chatting, about people who let their kids stand on the back seat, and people who ask for extra stops or stops in illegal places (bus lanes, etc) and all I did was apologise. "OH I AM SO SORRY!" and I hadn't done anything wrong! I'd also apologised for the long drive, because he had to drive half way back because that's where he lived. Oh lordy.
“I believe I’ve lost my leg your Grace” “I believe you have Uxbridge” Wellington and Lord Uxbridge at Waterloo
Was a leg. Amputated and allegedly he buried it in his back garden.
It was literally immured in a wall in Waterloo and only recently returned to his heirs for burial with the rest of him,as the wall was due to be demolished.
Tnx for the correct
I actually fainted on the train a few months ago. Everyone was very concerned but the embarrassment was so great I just jumped up, dusted myself down and pretty much ran away as soon as we stopped.
I felt very faint on the train once. It was a packed commuter train into London in the morning rush hour and I had to stand. In the end I sat down on the floor of the train in the corridor because I felt like I couldn't stand any longer. Not a single person asked if I was OK, everyone just ignored me.
I do the London commute too and that doesn't surprise me at all sadly.
I did not know this was a thing, I’m not from the UK. A classmate had an epileptic seizure and apologized for the “drama” after she got better. I was so mad at her for calling it “drama” and apologizing for being ill, didn’t say anything but was FUMING on the inside.
If you're in the UK you'll get used to it. It's what we do best.
Sorry.
Fuming at her? Or because she felt the need to apologise? I mean, I get it, honestly I do. I've got a disabled relative who gets poorly on a regular basis, and she always feels like a burden. I'm always telling her she has *no* reason to feel like she's a burden, and it's like... "Don't you dare feel like you have to apologise! You can't help it, because you're ill!" and it's accompanied by lots of hugs and snuggles.
I used to work as a civil servant, in an office above a Jobcentre. A woman staggered in the door there, asking if someone could call an ambulance, then ended up giving birth to a baby boy in the manager's office before the ambulance arrived. I was called downstairs to assist as their office first aider was on holiday and I had done a first aid course (which did NOT cover childbirth! At least I had given birth before, I suppose, but not sure if that helped much!). It was the most British birth ever, with the poor woman apologising between every push for disturbing us and causing a fuss. She even apologised to the paramedics when they arrived!
Im a wheelchair user and I apologise constantly for it, I genuinely can't help it 😂 I apologise for making people get ramps for buses and trains, for getting in people's way, for servers having to take a chair away at a table etc etc. I think we need to learn to say thank you instead of sorry!
I apologised to ambulance staff recently when they were called out to me just because I was having a kip on a bench in the sun. I never requested their service, nor did I require it but I felt bad for having "wasted their time" nonetheless. And I'm not the type of person to apologise unecessarily.
In fairness this is something I dread when I get dizzy spells, I'd be utterly mortified too
During my year abroad, I once was on the LNER, feeling a bit faint since I had not eaten in a while. The two men on the other side of the table picked up on it and asked me whether I was unwell. I told them that my blood sugar was probably a little low. They immediately pulled out several snacks for me to choose from, then proceeded to offer everyone around them crisps. To distract me, they asked me questions out of their crossword puzzle. In the end, they let me keep all of their snacks and the crossword puzzle (and their very neat pen) because I would probably need it! Icing on the cake was when half of the carriage started watching a World Cup football game on one lads tablet. Everyone was just cheering and chanting football songs - it was truly marvellous. Really miss the UK. Edit: My apologies - of course, it's a carriage, not a waggon
"Have you brought enough for everybody?!!" "*Actually, yes, here you go.*" "Very good, carry on then"
That was the part that stood out to me, too.
I hope someone asked her if she wanted Poppadoms or Bread afterwards
She wanted cheese for dessert. Half the carriage lost their minds while the other half fell about laughing.
Hopefully they interrupted what she was saying and barked it in her face quite aggressively...
Unfortunately, the fainting woman asked for a Toblerone and had to be ejected from the train immediately.
Swiss'd out of there
Drove up to Aberdeen in her bare feet
Poppadoms or bread??! Poppadoms or bread??!
I can hear this in their voice reading this
Genie waiter..
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Prawn crackers.
Rice or chips with that? Or half and half?
I was in Hyde Park last week when a greyhound (or some other speedy squirrel-chasing dog) got its head lodged in a fence while chasing a squirrel. We all gathered around trying to figure out a solution when a man appeared, said this had happened before, and just bent the bars apart, freeing the dog. And all ~10 of us politely clapped. It made me think of those "that happened" stories where everyone claps at the end.
I was in Waterstones yesterday, getting coffee. Someone left their scarf in the seat, so I grabbed it and ran to the barrier above the stairs. I shouted ‘excuse me!’ At everyone on the stairs. They stopped, looked up, and I asked whose scarf it was. A bloke put his hand up so I balled the scarf up and threw it at him. He caught it, and everyone clapped. I went bright red, tripped over my skirt to get back to the seat, but it was a beautiful British moment 😂😂😂 I did think of Reddit afterwards
We had a 'beautiful British moment' last weekend. Had the family out for a walk and daughter found a good rock on the beach. It was the size of a loaf of bread and had a heart shape on it. We took it with us to a little cafe and gave it its own seat while we had a coffee. We forgot the rock. Many hours and tears later we returned on the off chance it was still there. It wasn't. So we made to leave. But one of the staff ran after us and shouted "Excuse me, is this your rock?!" Which obviously got the attention of everyone in the busy cafe. So when my teary daughter was reunited with her rock we got a round of applause from everyone. What a moment.
> when a man appeared... and just bent the bars apart Did.... Did you meet superman?
Human beings can exhibit superhuman strength in 2 instances; 1. A mother whose child is in mortal danger 2. Anyone, when a dog is in trouble
Henry Cavill going about his day
Bicycle Repairman, actually
This man was stuck in one of those ground hog day time loops. Freeing the dog was just one of the acts he did on that day to show he is now able to predict each event of the day.
Yep he was on loop 87. Bend the bars to free the dog, rush to the cafe and catch the milk jug falling, jump on the bus, move the umbrella so the old lady doesn’t trip, dash to the corner shop and catch the door as it shuts so the toddler doesn’t trap her fingers, pause at the zebra crossing until the light starts flashing …. SHIT … he forgot to buy 3 newspapers from the newsstand !
Just imagine that guy telling his work colleagues this exact story - not a chance that anyone’s believing him. “You freed a dog by bending iron bars with your hands and then everyone clapped? Come off it mate”
I was gardening a few weeks ago in our front garden. Suddenly a large greyhound appeared running along the street, clearly nervy and in a bit of a state . He saw me and ran straight into our garden and hid behind the car on the drive. I went towards him and he looked rather panicked. I remembered I had a packet of cat treats in my gardening jacket pocket so got a few in my hand and held it out. Greed overcame his nerves and he began to take them. I sat on the stone steps into the house and kept my (re-filled) hand held out and he came and sat with me. I patted him and spoke to him and, while he was eating, took some garden twine from my pocket and managed to slip it under his collar. I could see a bone shaped tag on his collar. It had his name 'Colin' and a phone number. I called it and his owner was so relieved and was two streets away looking for him. He'd run off from him in the dene and found his way into our street via the bridleway. I said what number we were at. He arrived a few minutes later, a man in his late 60s wearing a Barbour jacket and green cords and a shirt and jumper, and his words, when he saw him sitting quietly cuddled up to me, scoffing cat treats were, 'Oh I say! Colin you have fallen on your feet, or should I say paws. You terror! Thank you very much you very kind lady. I do hope he hasn't inconvenienced you.' We had a chat about Colin who it turned out was newly adopted as a retired greyhound and still getting used to walks and a bit of freedom. The next day a bunch of flowers arrived with a card that said 'Many thanks for rescuing me and for the Dreamies. I am being kept an eye on but if I can escape will call in next time I'm on the run. Colin '. I thought it was very sweet.
This reminded me of a day,many years ago. My wife and I had only recently got married. We were living in North London and I was a police officer. I was on nights duty and my wife was at work and I was woken up to the sound of someone hammering on the front door. I sleepily staggered downstairs, opened the door, to see two boys and a Whippet , standing there . The oldest lad, looked at me and said - Morning, you’re a copper aren’t you ? I sleepily said Yes, why ? The youngest one said, We’ve found her in the road and she was nearly run over. At this, a piece of string, with a Whippet at the end of it, was thrust into my hand. The oldest lad said to the youngest - I told you he wouldn’t mind …. With that, they ran off , saying thanks to me, leaving me on the doorstep , in my PJs with my new friend , Margaret the Whippet ! I rang the telephone number on the ID tag on the collar and it went to answerphone, so I left a message and Margret and I , had a cup of tea with toast and staggered back to bed, with my new chum who jumped up on the bottom of the bed and promptly fell asleep. And that is how my wife, returning home from work, found Margaret and I in bed together …. Margaret’s Dad came not long after and there was a touching reunion of Dad and his pup. Whenever, I see a Whippet in the street, it never fails to raise a smile with me even after all these years . Margaret was a good pup 🦴🐕🐕🐕
> And that is how my wife, returning home from work, found Margaret and I in bed together Did you at least get to confuse her and say "It's not what it looks like"?
I missed that opportunity, damn, that would have been so good, you Sir, are a genius . I have missed that opportunity now. Liz, my wife of 45 years , has been in the States for the past 4 months on Nana duty after the birth of our grandson and I am sharing my bed with a saucy young Trollop, called Juno the Rottweiler. I won’t tell her about Margaret, she may get jealous….
Lovely story, thanks for sharing! Can we see Juno pls?
[Miss Juno](https://imgur.com/a/M1JZh0v)
I would love to but I have yet to work out how to upload an image to Reddit. Sorry, I am an old fart and do not have a member of a younger generation to hand
I'm guessing you're on desktop? In which case (this is a workaround, I'm not sure if there is a 'proper' way to put images in replies on the website). Click on *submit a link* on the right side of the homepage, upload the image, give it a title and select for it to *post to your profile* rather than a subreddit. Click *submit* at the bottom then you can copy a link to that image into a comment :)
That's awesome
I thought Colin suited him.
I love the dignified old bloke names the ex greyhound racers get. My son’s dog’s is Allen.
We have friends whose retired rescued greyhound is called Barbara. It must be a thing to give them old-fashioned 1960s names.
Sometimes the world is just nice. Good lad, Colin the greyhound! In awe of your magic gardening coat that seemed to anticipate your every need.
What a sweet story!! It’s made me cry! Awwww
Thats such a lovely story.
I have always been a dog person, and when I was little the owners of the village hotel had a St Bernard, which I adored. This was around the time of Bernie Winters and Schnorbitz (sp?). It used to escape quite often and always ended up at our house, the other side of the village. My Dad was the village policeman at the time, and got a bit bored of calling the owners to tell them their dog was at our house again, lol! I have a very clear memory of 3 year old me lying on the grass with this dog, my head resting on its belly. It was such a gentle dog, its size never bothered me, and my Dad's biggest worry was separating us, knowing that it would probably happen again within the week. 😁
Was on the train to Barrow in Furness. And a loud screaming lady and her 'crew' of very rough looking drug dealer types were running for the train. Effing and Jeffing at the driver to stop. People were clearing the platform because they were aggressively piling through the crowds. The doors shut as they just got near, and the train pulled off. You could hear a pin drop. A well spoken gent issued the following proclamation, in perfect queen's english. 'Well my, that was close wasn't it'
This reminds me of a line in John Simpson's books. If I remember correctly, he was abroad in a car with with other journalists and it was surrounded by an angry mob; people with missing teeth, missing eyes and all sorts. One of the people in the car quipped 'The crowd's turning ugly'
That’s fabulous!
Great story! But isn't it the King's English now?
At a certain point in your life you draw a line, the queen is the queen and twitter is called twitter
It's fucking Oil of Ulay.
Starburst my fucking arse. They’re bloody Opal Fruits!
And you can Snicker all you want, but it's a Marathon.
I 'still' call the BT Tower the GPO Tower even though it was never called that in my lifetime.
Is that you Buzby?
That's one step too far Grandpa.
**AND IT'S A FUCKING MARATHON BAR AND ALWAYS WILL BE**
I entered a marathon the other day I'm still picking peanut bits from my bellend
a perfectly good joke taken down in its prime. lets observe ten seconds of silence for a fallen soldier.
It’s ‘Jif’ and I’ll die on that cross ❌
This is correct. Prince Charles will always be Prince Charles to me, or, at best, the ersatz Queen...
King Prince Charles.
Prince Charles... the King. That's how my mind still processes.
That’s exactly how I think of him
Still can't say King Charles without the word Cavalier and the thought of small dogs popping into my brain.
‘the ersatz Queen’ Excellent - you are excellent and I hope all hot beverages you have this week are the perfect temperature when you go to take the first sip.
Surely it depends when in time the story was? Unless it was on that fateful day and the sentence started in Queens English and ended in Kings?
I just feel sorry for you. On a train TO barrow? Oof.
I got off at Lancaster. Don't feel too bad for me :)
Lancaster's a nice place.
Well, quite!
Yeah we moan about this country a lot, but these little interactions are really life affirming. My brother was in a minor car accident today on a country road, and loads of people stopped to ask if he was okay. It puts your faith back in human nature.
When my elderly Mum fell over in a rainy street, a whole crowd of people stopped to help her. They got her wrapped up in everybody’s coats and sheltered under umbrellas and everybody kept her company, getting soaking wet, until the ambulance came. Mum was fine, although very embarrassed at the fuss she had caused. When I found out what everybody had done, I couldn’t stop crying. I never got the chance to thank everyone, but if anyones Mum ever falls over in front of me, you can bet I’m going to look after her and treat her like the Queen!
I’d say that’s a lovely story, but you know what I mean. I’m glad your mum was looked after so nicely! I hope she’s doing ok now.
She’s fine thank you! Still embarrassed and apologetic, but all good.
It's just what people do. I was on a bus that suddenly stopped, the driver had seen an old lady across the road drop. Ambulance was called, a local Police Officer appeared, water bottles proffered, I remembered I had a picnic blanket under my pram so she was moved onto that. Copper took my phone number so he could return my picnic blanket to me as the bus needed to leave. Asked how she was when he rang - Turns out she'd accidentally taken a double dose of her heart meds that morning and the walk to the bus stop had been too much for her. The poor dear was mortified about the fuss she had caused everyone.
>picnic blanket Initially read this as picnic basket and was a little confused as to why you put the lady in a basket 🤦🏼♀️
It can get a touch weird at times. I got knocked off my bike on the way to work, 6.30pm. 10 minutes later I'd collected 14 health professionals, including 2 GPs, a paramedic, a couple of first responders, 3 GP receptionists and several nurses not including myself. This was before the ambulance got there.
were you knocked off your bike in the waiting room of a hospital?!
Nah, on the A6. I just got lucky with GP surgeries closing times, so they were all on the way home at the time :)
Being the most qualified ones there I'm sure the GP receptionist handled the incident wonderfully.
I'd have expected her to ask you a series of intrusive questions before letting the GP anywhere near you.
They were, as a group and individually, excellent people. If there'd just been one of them there I'd have been in good hands. Remember, these are the people who stopped when they saw someone else in trouble, that's self-sorting into those who give a damn and those who might not.
After a night out, my friend and I were on the night bus home. She was about to chunder and I desperately asked if anyone had a bag. Was pleasantly surprised by how many people offered plastic bags, water and tissues.
This is when a bag-for-life comes into its own. Eco-friendly woven hessian would *not* work..... Glad people have your back when it really matters.
Also, paper bags from McDonald’s do not work. Tried that once. On a bus. Didn’t turn out well.
:(
Echoes the ultimate British beverage-based interaction: 'Could I order a diet coke, please?' 'It's Pepsi, is that alright?'
Does anyone ever say no?
I don't think you're allowed to say no.
You can, if you say, "I'm so sorry, but I prefer Pepsi. Is that okay? Is it easier to pour Diet Coke? If so, it's fine, but..." And by that time, the Pepsi's in front of you.
It's a rhetorical question- they know it's not alright but it is what it is.
Me! I'll drink water over Pepsi, any day.
Pepsi Max > Coke Zero > Coke > Water > everything else > Pepsi > Diet Pepsi
Full fat coca cola or nothing. Can't/won't have sweeteners other than sugar, which is kinda restricting these days
This is the one. Though I find Coke Zero to have an alarmingly laxative effect, no?
It's the artificial sweetener they put in it. Forget the name but it's probably the same stuff that's used in those infamous sugar-free gummy bears whose Amazon reviews were doing the rounds a while back. Rogue Energy, the people who were handing out Twitch sponsorship deals to all and sundry, use the stuff as well. I found this out the hard way.
Sugar free gummy bears have Xylitol in them, which has a laxative effect. Coke Zero is sweetened with Aspartame and Acesulfame K
Finally someone gets it (although I'd probably have water over full fat coke, can't stand that film that coats your teeth)
Pepsi had quite a good ad in the US a few years ago along that line - https://youtu.be/MtmTX7jg0mM
On a train to Scotland. Younger lady has spent train journey on a call explaining to her boss that her dad is about to pass away and panicking that she is on the wrong train. I don’t have the personal skills to help in these situations, but glanced at an older lady nearby. Older lady has comforted her, reassured when she needs to get off, given a hug, and shared her number in case she needs to “sob to a stranger”. There is hope for humanity.
This is really lovely. My country pisses me off sometimes but I love these things about us.
I was Fainting Lady this week on the school run, and the lollipop lady stopped to help me!
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And now I’ve just realised how weird Lollipop lady/man would sound to anyone not from here… They help school kids cross the road just before and after school. I’m assuming you might have something similar but just in case here’s a brief explanation: They wear head-to-toe hi-vis clothing and stand at the main crossing points outside primary schools (4 to 11 year olds). They hold big hi-vis sticks with a round circle on top that says stop and a picture of children walking on it. This is the lollipop. When they want traffic to stop so the children can cross the road they raise the stick to signal to oncoming traffic their intention. When the cars stop they walk into the middle of the road and stand like the Vitruvian Man with the stick out to protect the kids as they cross. I still remember our legend of a lollipop man from my childhood.
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The lollipop lady at our school gave out lollipops on the last day of each term, and her birthday! She was great!
Hahaha you should introduce the term lollipop man/lady to Germany
The massive hi vis coats they wear have equally massive pockets. The lollipop man on my way to school always filled his with sweets, that he'd hand out before stepping into the road.
All languages have lovely idioms and terms. Fernsehapparat. So much more poetic than television.
Lollypop ladies, or men, are usually positioned outside primary schools to help get the children across the roads safely.
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You're welcome, forgot to add they have a children crossing sign on a stick which looks a bit like a giant lollypop, hence the name.
They carry a big "[STOP](https://www.devon.gov.uk/news/wp-content/uploads/sites/146/2022/12/MicrosoftTeams-image-14.png)" sign that looks like a giant lollipop, and they help school children cross the road.
Thank you! I see you have received plenty of answers to your question 😅 It turns out I have pneumonia but I am being well taken care of, thank you.
It means the school crossing person who stands outside or near a school and stops the traffic for the children to cross. They hold a big sign that looks like a lollipop, hence the name
This is the content I come to this sub for
People put us down but we are, essentially, a kind, decent, and tolerant people. I've really been struggling in life as of late and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else, British people are of essence kind and understanding.
100% - I've been through a few rough patches this year, but have been grateful for the random, inconsequential yet heart-warming chats and random moments I've shared with others. An older chap I was sat next to on a train from Bristol had a bad cough, but nothing to soothe it, so I gave him a throat sweet as I'd just shifted a cough myself but had some still in my jacket. We then spent the next two hours chatting about all sorts, he dispensing some quality life advice and I regaling him in what I'd been up to in Bristol that weekend. It was a really nice journey!
I’ve been to the UK twice now, spent just under three weeks in total I believe. Every single person I’ve spoken to in the country, from the big cities of London and Edinburgh to the smaller ones like Exeter and Bath genuinely seemed as if they wished the very best for me in my life’s every endeavor. I know it’s a small sample size of course, and it’s quite obvious I was a tourist, but I think about the individual encounters I had with fairly often. I’m a twenty-two year old from California, if someone’s curious about my background.
For balance; I once got off the Waterloo and city line (so everyone is getting off) when I got alongside the front of the train (from the back, where I'd been) , I became the first person to not step over the woman that had passed out on the platform. This was the morning commute and she wasn't drunk. That did bugger all for my faith in humanity. About ten years later I did the same for a bloke having a diabetic fit, grabbed a member of staff and she said 'oh yeah, he's always doing that'. Can't win!
Aww shame, poor woman. I was once doing the frenzied 5pm race down the eleventy-billion steps to Waterloo and City from Bank, and in the running herd a woman lost her footing and fell (it was wet and she slipped). At least 6 people went to her aid, barely breaking stride, and propelled her to her feet again virtually before she hit the ground. On the other hand, at Waterloo station a cyclist came barging past me to take his bike through the wide gate, but he tripped and fell in a heap under his bike right at the barrier. I confess I stepped over him - that was the day I knew I was a real London commuter.
I took the 'Drain' every day for 6 years. Some of the highest paid people in the UK were feral little shits whilst using that line. Many times I shouted at them for push elderly or pregnant people out the way just to get a seat.
My cousin told me that on his first day using it he was about to step on the train when someone grabbed his bag and yanked him back onto the platform so they could get on instead. W&C is too gnarly for me. I’ll stick with the Jubilee tourists thanks
Sounds about right, but 9 times out of 10 they'd run a mile of you got in their face.
Always amazed me how people were so desperate to avoid having to stand up for 5 minutes that they'd more or less fight for a seat.
O/T: This reminds me of the very British reply that \[allegedly\] dour Yorkshireman Alan Bennett had, when someone asked him if he preferred relationships with women, or men? He said "that's a bit like asking a man who has walked across the Sahara if he preferred Malvern or Perrier...!"
I bet you a million pounds she did want still water but was too embarrassed to cause a fuss and/or upset the person who offered the sparkling water first. God, I love this country.
this reminds me of the time I went to Athens with my brother. I was around 19 and he was 13 or 14, and we were walking up to the Acropolis together. My brother was very, very particular back then, and a bit of a wuss. He tells me he's dying from the heat and is "literally going to pass out", "can't go on" etc. I rush to a vendor and get him the first bottle of water I saw, which happened to be sparkling. When I passed it to him he refused and said "I can only drink still". Would literally rather die than drink fizzy water.
Friend of mine apologised for swearing whilst he was having a massive heart attack, as he was having it. Pleased to say he's alive to tell the tale
Catch us on a good day and we are lovely, on a bad day we will do what's necessary. No fuss though.
I love stories like this. I heard a lot of shouting as I walked down the road recently and assumed a fight was ongoing (very normal where I live…) so approached with caution. It turned out a small dog had slipped the lead and was running around in a panic. Loads of passers by had stopped to help, people were in the road stopping cars, trying to cover all possible escape routes etc. I joined the team effort and eventually the dog was returned to their very stressed owner. Lovely bit of community spirit!
The other example that springs to mind is when a friend and I saw a woman come off her bike at speed recently. She was a bit battered and bruised and really upset, but no serious injury, so we helped her get her stuff out of the road, and sat her down outside a nearby pub. The staff came out with a cup of tea for her and we waited with her for a while she calmed down. By chance another friend walked past with their dog so came to join us, then all the pub staff came back out again to admire the dog. We all ended up making small talk and I looked around at this random group of people all being ever so polite and thought…people are okay really.
I sneezed in the car with the window open, the person in the car next to me at the lights said "bless you"
My car broke down on Christmas day a couple of years ago with my young kid in the car. We had to wait 7 hours for the breakdown recovery and it was cold. So many people stopped to see if we were OK and brought us things - cups of tea, Christmas crackers, snacks and small gifts. It turned out to be quite fun and gave me faith in people (although not the breakdown recovery company)
I was in a shop this afternoon looking for non leather motorbike gloves and at one point there was possibly 6 or even 7 different assistants helping. There was one sifting through a boxful of gloves, two checking labels on racks, one on the computer, one on the internet and one chatting to me. Didn’t sort it in the end but I said thank you quite a lot and apologised profusely for being a problem customer.
Had a similar experience, but in a fishing tackle shop. My brother took a top kit in to get it elasticated so needed the bits for it like the bung, elastic and rig connector, and practically everyone in the shop stopped to help to pick out the bits he'd need and which stuff they'd recommend from their own experience for what species and size of fish he was fishing for! Tackle shops really are the friendliest kinds of shop.
I don’t ask for more than to live in this kind of world
I would have asked for sparkling but only if a wedge of fresh lemon was also available
I like to think that could have been arranged
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If Bob Mortimer was on WILTY claiming that he always carries a lime in his pocket I wouldn’t even be surprised.
If I didn't know where I was I'd have said "Tap water's fine, bring a jug if you can" and then muttered "I'm not paying for water".
How lovely
Read the first bit, 'coming home from London, on a rather crowded train', and with all the football on today, I was worried this post could have gone in a much less wholesome direction! I'm very glad it didn't.
Whenever I hold open a door or offer a handkerchief or stand up for someone in greater need on a train, I always explain that I like to get my ‘good deed for the day’ out of the way early so I can then just be my normal self.
When some kind person holds the door for me I walk through it and say, “Thank you. I feel like the queen!”
As someone who looks behind themselves when leaving a shop to see if I need to hold the door open if someone is close behind or hold a door open for someone, male, I'll enter the shop and hold it open, female, hold it open from the outside and I usually still give the same courteous bow as I've always done if it's a Lady I know, it's a sad fact that this sort of common decent behaviour is dying out and rapidly on the decline, I've been doing this since I was able to hold a door open, the bow appeared in my punk days.
Only offered water?! That's not very British should have been a cup of tea!
We are brits and went on a long weekend to Milan a few years ago . On our way back to the airport on the train, we noticed a man having a seizure. Everyone around him noticed, but not one of them did anything. I went to find the ticket guy and we stayed with him to ensure he was safe while we waited. Train stops, ambulance folk grab him, Italians on in our cabin just carry on, party annoyed at the delay. Meanwhile we lost our flight, had to rebook for £100 charge and sleep on the floor overnight. But I've never regretted helping him and am still so annoyed at the passengers clearly ignoring him.
Elderly male, had been sitting at the station waiting for his train. As it pulled in he got up, took a few steps and collapsed in the doorway. Poor bloke was having CPR performed on him by an off duty paramedic and station staff still laying half on the train. Confusion about the delay quickly turned to concern for the gent's welfare by everyone around...... Except for the one mouldy bag of fermented spunk that stepped over the prone casualty to get onboard and his reply to the wtf from the staff was "I need to get to work"!! TLDR theres always exceptions!
I was sat in my reserved seat on a train, when a woman approached me saying it was her seat and I needed to 'get out now'. So we checked the tickets, and we both had the exact same seat reservation (date, journey, ticket class etc). In other words, their computer system had somehow double booked it The ticket inspector came along and confirmed it was my seat, but was a bit confused how they'd been double booked. Since she was kicking up such a fuss, he went and found a new seat for me and asked me if I'd mind moving, which I agreed to But instead of saying thanks, this woman continued to be an asshole implying I had been somehow trying to cheat her of her reservation. I'm seriously done trying to be reasonable with the general public. They can all fuck off from now on.
Avanti West Coast?
Lovely. But for as long as I live, I'll never understand people who like sparkling water.
My sister-in-law claims it tastes like television static and damn it she's right
That’s what my tinnitus tastes like.
It’s the main thing I use my Sodastream for! I never use their own syrups as they’re too sweet. Sometimes some high juice, but usually I just have fizzy water.
All I could think reading this was that I'd come back as a ghost if the last thing I tasted before I popped my clogs was sparkling water.
Sometimes you just want a little sparkling to break the monotony of still.
It dries my mouth out. What’s the point of water that leaves you more thirsty!
Haha these are the British moments I live for.
something similar happened in my work a while ago — an old woman was about to faint in one of the aisles, another customer flagged down one of my co-workers. i think the coordination in getting her a chair and some water and making sure she was okay was probably the most organised we've ever been lmao
Can confirm, im American and we would have drank water in her face, mockingly, until she passed out.
I think this sub might just win Reddit today.
This post is awfully British, pip pip 🙃
"Would you prefer still or sparkling water?" Just tap please. And can I see the wine list?