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[aid] => mick
[title] => The 10.15 to Cambridge
[time] => 2002-08-25 07:30:13
[hometext] => aaaggghhhhhh!
[bodytext] => Off to my friends for a visit
for some girly shopping again took The 10.15 to Cambridge and this time I am going by Train I think the driver forgot he had brakes as we came to a stop with such force and a woman got on all laden with bags and a dog as big as a horse. I turned away so not to see pretended to look at the view but she stood in the aisle right next to me and said, "Is this seat taken next to you". I looked around the carriage nearly every seat was free but no this Lady decided she wanted to sit next to me. I like to choose a seat she said that looks all safe and secure there`s some strange folk on trains these days and so you never can be too sure With a bump she finally sat down I nearly sprang out of my seat she piled our space with her luggage and the dog sat down on my feet. Her dog then saw I was eating he started to stare and drool and all I could do was let out a sigh as it gathered on my skirt in a pool Oh now dont pay any attention to him he wouldnt hurt a fly she said I dont care about killing flies I thought its my feet that are feeling dead The woman then proceeded to tell me of every operation she has ever endured I nodded and smiled and sympathized and said I`m glad that now she seemed cured It`s The 10.15 to Cambridge and I`m not one to make a fuss but this journey from hell has taught me The next time I go on the bus. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 7 [informant] => chatabox [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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