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I know I?m a grumpy old man, but when did it become standard / acceptable to put your feet up on the seats when sitting on the train. I don?t remember this being a thing (except perhaps amongst surly teenagers) in the past. Now grown men and women get on the train and the trotters go up without a thought or care. Should have put this in the small things irrational rage thread perhaps 🤔
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I was on a train near Glasgow a couple of weeks ago - the feet on seats was still happening, but I watched the guard tell multiple people to take them off. He was politely firm and they all did what he said. As a Londoner it was a joy to watch, but sadly I'm not sure it would work so well down here.
An old lady was denied a seat by a young man today but she found one next to me and then said that the generations have changed and remarked that young people not going up to the top deck was just baffling to her. She had a stick and a heavy overcoat and warm hat and I felt for her and agreed with her in a short conversation. She had dignity, though and she wasn't angry, just resigned and a bit perplexed. (No. 12)

OutOfFocus Wrote:

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> I think it coincides with the "Let the passengers

> of the train first(repeal) act"and the "Don't keep

> you personal stereo personal regulations"



Was that before or after queuing became illegal and punishable by public humiliation ?


During the war things were so much better, bring back hanging for minor crimes I say, that will learn 'em 🤐

This is why I don?t use public transport. The ignorance of some passengers is shocking. Elderly people and mothers/fathers with prams having to navigate a phone fixated teen or 20 something with their feet sprawled across a couple of seats in front of them, oblivious to the needs of others around them.


I am happy to use my car for longer distances or simply walk if it?s round the corner.


Louisa.

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