The Northern Line was packed. It was warm. But I had a pole to hold onto and I wasn’t stuck under someone’s arm pit. . . then I wasn’t fine. Ears ringing, dark crept in the sides of my vision. I had an image of the entire Northern Line being shut down because of a passenger being ill and that passenger being me.
When a seat didn’t open up at Kennington, I asked a man near me if I could have his seat and he was very nice about it. After sitting for 30 seconds I felt fine and instead of being about to faint, I just felt rather embarrassed. At Waterloo I tried to give the seat back but he was very nice about it and said no.
I must remember however, if I am ever desperate for a seat, it would be a rather clever ploy.
April 24th, 2007 at 5:15 pm
i’ve had to do this more than once!
but HURRAH and HALLELUJIA i have broken free of the
EvilNorthern Line just in time for summer!