I Don’t Work Here, Buuuuuuut…

Once, I stepped onto the train to work with my headphones in and, not immediately spotting a seat, decided to stand by the train doors. About four stops into my journey, this young lady and her friend got on the train from the other carriage doors. She then proceeded to walk up to me and start talking.

I removed my earphones to hear what she was saying.

Lady: “I need a ticket to Brighton!”

Me: “Sorry, darling, you need to find a train employee. I’m a passenger.”

This should have been the end of the story, but no. She then proceeded to shove £10 into my jacket pocket and walked off with her friend, saying:

Lady: “Well, we will tell them at the other end that he wouldn’t give us a ticket but they can see from the cameras that we paid him for the trip!”

I spent the next month standing by those doors every day, but alas, no further luck.