A long commute can be very beneficial. I get free WiFi, a 13 amp socket, free breakfast, free copy of The Independent and sufficient space to crack on with some work.
It’s not all fun and games though.
Toilet activities.
I mean, although there’s a toilet and a basin to wash your hands afterwards, you really wouldn’t want to sit in there and lay a log, would you?
You really wouldn’t.
But because the travel time is lengthy, it’s important that one doesn’t start the journey when there might be something, ahem, in the pipeline.
On those occasions I stay at home longer than I would until business gets *cough* taken care of.
So boss, I’m sorry I was a little tardy this morning.
But believe me, I feel so much better for it.
Pooing in a public loo is always a chastening experience, but on a train, it’s tantamount to physical abuse. I
If only more people shared your level of consideration. I always end up in the train loo behind someone who has been in for a number 2 and end up attempting to breathe through my jumper so I don’t suffocate. Then you’ve got the worst bit, when you come out of the loo and there’s a queue built up, all of whom assume you created the unholy whiff. People who crap on trains are bastards – fact. Having said that, my boss went one better and came down with norovirus on a train, quite possibly passing on not only the whiff but also a very unpleasant virus to other train users.
Emsbabee. How could anyone not agree? Thanks. And hi.
Vicola. I’m forming a very slightly ‘eeew’ face re your anecdote. 🙂
Pooping on buses and trains should be outlawed in my opinion.
I can only imagine a bus toilet is even smaller than the train equivalent. Eugh.
Aye. And also far too close to the passengers!
Having done the Manchester to Inverness return trip and the Manchester to London return trip on coaches several times I can tell you that coach/bus toilets are the kind of hellpit that can only be believed if seen. No amount of imagination could ever conjure up the full horror of what lurks behind that flimsy door by the time you’ve got as far as Edinburgh…
Tour Bus rules:
No logs in the bog, no roaches in the ashtrays.