Lee wrote: ↑20 Nov 2017, 15:04
Here's one of mine. I can't recall when exactly it was but I know I was travelling with my parents to, I think, my cousin's graduation ceremony. She's four years older than me, so I guess I'd have been about 18/19. We were on a tube train in London and sitting opposite us was a small group of people, from memory one guy and two females. I think they were Australian or New Zealanders and I remember that the guy was wearing what would have been called at the time, a cowboy hat!
I think I must have only noticed quite late that he was absolutely desperate to go to the toilet and I can remember seeing him sitting really awkwardly right on the edge of his seat and his face suggested he was not only in pain but in a real state of panic too. I guess he was in his thirties and I remember that he was well-tanned with a 'worn' face and a beard, although it would be described now as designer stubble.
Anyway, he was clearly bursting to go and I felt a bit embarrassed as I was with my parents, who must obviously have noticed too, and maybe even spotted it before I did, although nothing was said.
As we pulled into whatever station we were getting off at, they also got up and I saw the Aussie guy struggling to stand up and then starting to hobble towards the doors. Hex wasn't holding himself or anything like that but just moving very uncomfortably and all of a sudden, I saw a small wet spot appear on the crotch of his jeans. I can remember that it was only the size of a very small coin, but it glistened and then a second or so later, it noticeably glistened again, suggesting a couple of large and damaging spurts.
I was hugely embarrassed at the time and he hobbled away in front of us, with his two female companions, so we could only see the back of them. Whether my parents or anyone else had witnessed it, I have no idea.
When we got to the station exit, incredibly all three of them were climbing into a black taxi cab and it drove off. I can remember that as he was getting in, his cowboy hat was on the back of his neck, presumably still attached by the drawstring under his chin.
I never mentioned the incident and nor did my parents so either they didn't really notice or it was regarded as one of those unspeakable incidents! Who knows?
But I often wonder a) what happened in that taxi? b) what possessed him to get into the taxi? c) whether his jeans were any wetter by the time he got in?
Maybe they simply wanted to get themselves, or him, out of public sight if he was 'doing it'?
I guess, being an underground tube station, there wouldn't have been any public toilets?
It's a fascinating one, for sure.
Anyway, that's one of my early sightings.