Tubes Of Kindness

, , , , , | | Hopeless | July 19, 2019

I was recently injured while travelling, but my stubborn self just kept on going as normal. My legs were bruised, I had scrapes and scratches, my knee was wrapped, and I had only just stopped bleeding the day before travelling into London with a large suitcase and backpack. Travel was slow and painful, but I still kept going. I had things to do, places to go, people to see, etc.

On six separate occasions, I needed to go up or down stairs with no escalator or lift nearby. Being my first time in England, I certainly looked lost, as well, I’m sure. Each time, someone came over and offered to help carry my luggage, walking up the stairs with me to make sure I didn’t fall and injure myself further. They didn’t accept anything and ran off in the opposite direction as soon as I had thanked them. 

But to those of you who helped me climbing stairs slowly with a suitcase half your size, thank you. I made it safely and without further injury thanks to each one of you.

Being Cross-The-Street Wise

, , , , , | | Right | July 2, 2019

(I’m on the bus, heading to work. The driver stops for a woman who doesn’t quite get on the bus.)

Woman: “Are you going downtown?”

Driver: “No, that bus stops across the street.”

Woman: “I need to get downtown.”

Driver: “Okay, you’ll have to cross the street.”

Woman: “If I get on the bus, will you take me downtown?”

Driver: “No, ma’am.”

Woman: “Why?! Google says [route number] goes downtown!”

(I don’t wanna be late for work, so I go near the door.)

Me: “Cross the freaking street! We’ve got places to be!”

(The woman glares at me but walks towards the crosswalk. I turn to the bus driver.)

Me: “Sorry, I should have been nicer. Do you need to throw me off?”

Driver: “H*** nah! If you hadn’t already paid, I’d give you a free ride.”

Should Train Your Advice On Those With Training

, , , | | Right | June 20, 2019

(I am employed as a station assistant for the London Underground — metro system. A train pulls in when a customer approaches me.)

Customer: “Excuse me? Does this train go to Richmond?”

(My station is a transfer station for services to either Ealing Broadway or Richmond. The train pulling up is for Ealing Broadway, meaning the train is the wrong one for him to take.)

Me: “No, I’m afraid not; this train goes to—“

Customer: *interrupts* “That man there—“ *points to a complete stranger* “—said it does!”

Me: “Well, it doesn’t. You can board it if you like, but it won’t take you to Richmond.”

Customer: “But that man said it did!”

(Despite the fact that I’ve told him otherwise, the man boards the train. I also board the train, as I have been called to Ealing Broadway for another matter. The moment the train announces it’s arrival to Ealing Broadway, the man returns to me.)

Customer: “What are we doing here?! I thought this train went to Richmond!”

Me: “I told you twice that it didn’t.”

Customer: “But the man said it did!”

He’s As Phony As A Three-Dollar Bill

, , , | | Friendly | June 13, 2019

(I’m a white female in my early thirties. I’m on the subway, headed home. At one stop, a young black man, around eighteen or nineteen, gets on. He comes up to me, and while he doesn’t get too close, he does loom over me a bit.)

Teenager: “Excuse me, ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude, and I hope you’re having a nice day, but can you spare a dollar?”

(I don’t give out money to strangers.)

Me: “No.”

Teenager: “Hold up now. I’m not trying to hurt you; no need to be rude. I just want to ask you…”

Me: “No.”

(He then does a one-eighty.)

Teenager: “Man, f*** you, d*** white b**** c***! All’s I want is a d*** dollar!”

(He then walked towards the other end of the car, past all the other people sitting and standing, pulled out his phone, and started playing on it before getting off at the next stop. I guess he didn’t need that dollar after all.)

Always Room For Caredigrwydd

, , , , | | Hopeless | May 28, 2019

(I have moved from France to Wales. It is the first time I have ever traveled away from home on my own. I have been accepted into a university in Wales; however, the university is located in a very small town, lost in the Welsh countryside. After successfully landing in Cardiff, I realize I have no clue how to even get to that small town. I look for some staff members in the airport in order to ask for some help.)

Me: “Excuse me. Would you happen to know how to go to [Small Town]?”

Staff Member #1: “I am afraid I don’t.”

(I have been travelling for five hours, the battery of my phone is dead, and I have no clue as to where to go. I am completely lost and panicking.)

Staff Member #1: “You know what? I think someone here comes from this town. Let me check.”

(She then calls one of her colleagues, who promptly tells her that the one working at the currency exchange does come from [Small Town]. She walks with me to find him. As soon as I ask how to go there, I see the staff member take a paper and a pen.)

Staff Member #2: “It’s a bit complicated, so I will write it down for you.”

(I watch him write to me in great details which bus to take, where to stop, and so on. After thanking him a lot, I get on the bus he told me to, stop at the train station which is no more than a platform in the middle of nowhere, and sit down. I don’t see anyone at all for ten minutes, until a woman who appears to be in her 70s arrives. I am completely exhausted and even more panicked due to the fact the train stop has no name, nor a machine to buy a train ticket.)

Old Woman: “Darling, are you all right? Where are you going?”

Me: “To [Small Town], but I have no clue if I am at the right station. I can’t even buy a train ticket; there is no machine…”

(She looks at my paper and confirms that I am at the right place, then explains to me that I can simply wait for the train controller and buy my ticket from him. This is not possible in France; you must have your ticket before boarding or you will get fined. She even goes as far as stopping two teenagers who walk past us, literally grabbing them by the collar of their shirts.)

Old Woman: “Hey, you two! Help the young lady with her luggage! Don’t you see she has two suitcases?”

Me: “Oh, no, that’s all right. I can do it.”

Teenagers: “It’s all right. We are happy to help!”

(They helped me carry my suitcases as soon as my train arrived, without ever losing their smiles. This made my day, even my whole week. I have now been living for eight years in the UK, but I will never forget the kindness of those staff members in Cardiff, nor that old woman or those two teenagers who helped a lost and panicked foreigner. Welsh people are truly amazing!)

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