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ok I got a doozy here
after the football match I saw tonight finished in a Charlton victory, I went to the train station and walked to the front of the platform
there I noticed a not unattractive young lady wielding a book and talking on her phone
however, there was to be a twist
while gesticulating, or reaching for her bag...the book spilt from her hand, and fell...over the platform edge!
her phone conversation became a lament for the book
"and now I've just dropped my book next to the tracks! I guess I won't be reading it then...'Stupid White Men' by Michael Moore..."
"it's not very good" quips your favourite half-cypriot cardiacs fanboy. "read the Al Franken book instead"
"someone's saying it's not very good!" she says. nonetheless, it would be a shame for her to be deprived brash left-wing rhetoric.
it is realised that nobody will have long enough arms, and the train is imminent. mooted suggestions include lowering her by her legs. someone else is all "I could swear she had a head when she went down there" and lols are had
suddenly, yours truly has a brainwave, and removes his shoes
he gets on his front and leans over the platform edge
there is general astonishment and consternation
the train we were waiting for was already late, and the book-dropper, still on the phone, designates herself train-watcher
then, our hero, holding his shoes by the toecaps, can just about reach the fallen tome with the heels
he manoeuvres it into an upright position, and then clamps a few pages
then, swinging his body around, he flips away from danger as the book falls to the platform
he picks it up and hands it to the lass, before nonchalantly re-shoeing
her thanks are met with a curt "no problem". her offer of the book is met with a firm (and true) "I already have a copy". she is still on the phone. "some gentleman has rescued my book!" she sounds awfully excited
one merely observes that it is a good thing one possesses size 13s
godspeed, ditzy one. jagger won't be there to save you every day
― pretty girl, filking a clown (acoleuthic), Tuesday, 13 April 2010 22:53 (fourteen years ago) link
part of my reasoning for going ahead was that it would have been a deliciously ironic death given the book-title
plus there were like 20 gawping onlookers primed to yell TRAIN if it appeared...as it turned out, it arrived like 2 minutes later
as for electrocution, the third rail is always on the far side from the platform in stations
― pretty girl, filking a clown (acoleuthic), Tuesday, 13 April 2010 22:59 (fourteen years ago) link
her thanks are met with a curt "no problem". her offer of the book is met with a firm (and true) "I already have a copy". she is still on the phone. "some gentleman has rescued my book!" she sounds awfully excited
one merely observes that it is a good thing one possesses size 13s
godspeed, ditzy one. big sam won't be there to save you every day
― nakhchivan, Tuesday, 13 April 2010 23:41 (fourteen years ago) link
ten years pass...