Commuting could be a bit of a trial at times, particularly when there were a number of "sharp suited" business types on the train.
The trip home on the 1705 Waterloo - Weymouth was OK apart from one customer continuing his business conversations on his mobile. First reaction after a few minutes - sod it, he battery hasn't run out.
In true commuter fashion he got a few stares and muttered comments but kept braying away. Plug MP3 headphones in and try to ignore him....
Somewhere after Battledown, we slowed down and then a few minutes later stopped. In a cutting.
Matey kept going for a minute or so and then realised that he wasn't getting any response from the other end of the call.
The poor guard who was doing tickets got the full " I need to make this call NOW, it's very important" story. Luckily the guard was a Bournemouth guard who gave the impression that he was more at home in the countryside than on a commuter train. " Well sir, we're stopped in a cutting and from what I remember from school many years ago, radio waves don't pass through rock or chalk. We should be underway in a minute or two when we are talked past a failed signal." In the quiet somewhere down the coach a lone voice started singing, "silence is golden....."