365 Ficlets - Day #316 ~ "Riding the Rails"

As I pass down the aisle, lurching from side to side as the train shudders and jolts on every join in the track I dispense a litany of 'sorry' and 'terribly sorry' and 'oh do excuse me' to the various people whose seats I bump into or whose newspapers I snag as I pass by.

When I finally reach the train's buffet, after three carriages of offences against the peace and tranquility of my fellow passengers, I am greeted by a smiling face that already I can tell is softening me up for a disappointment.

“Could I have a coffee, please?”

The smile broadens, and the eyes widen in an almost undetectable act of supplication;

“I'm sorry, sir, but we are not currently able to serve any hot beverages.”

For a moment I consider launching into a comical rant about the fact that there is no one on the planet who uses the word beverage apart from the people who work in transport-centric catering, but in the end the poor woman's visible anxiety encourages me to forbear. I nod and turn on my heel, plunging back into the morass of the three carriages between there and my seat.