Have you had a lovely moment on the Northern Line?

I think that’s the point. Ordinary people turn into complete cunts when commuting (me included on occasion, I’m ashamed to say) and it is heart warming to be reminded that people can do nice things for no reason sometimes. I, for one, felt a little warm glow.

Kaymonster

Posted over 2 years ago by whenthiswasfields

If I’m on a train/plane/automobile sat opposite some kid who’s whinging and crying the whole time, I might just ask the parent(s) if I could offer the brat one of the bon-bons that I always carry for such times. It’s not like I want to share my sweeties, I just want the damn kid to shut the fuck up. That’s why I gave the lady some water, ok?

olly

Posted over 2 years ago by whenthiswasfields

That “small, unopened bottle” probably contained laudanum.

Strawhair

Posted over 2 years ago by whenthiswasfields

Since when did giving a choking woman a sip of water and a polo count as heartwarming? Common courtesy surely. I suggest the poster remembers that commuting isn’t the real world and reminds himself / herself how people treat each other when they interact normally…

mikecarterinlondon

Posted over 2 years ago by whenthiswasfields

I was heading North after work this week when somewhere around Clapham a member of station staff helped a blind lady on to the train and sat her down. I wondered how she would get off the train without the man to help her, thankfully a few stops later, when she went to get off, someone else also getting off took her arm and helped her. I was worried nobody would, but its good to know there are some nice people!

Unrelated, but while I was observing the blind woman and imagining how I’d cope on the underground with no vision, she turned her head and looked directly at me and made eye contact. I found it slightly disturbing as she continued to look at me and I wondered if she wasn’t really blind, or if perhaps she had psychic abilities… (I think I think too much)

Posted about 1 year ago by AppleDave

When I used to be just a visitor down here, I didn’t know Ye Olde Tube Etiquette and, as a consequence (and being a bit of a gobby northern bird), I would engage people in conversation. I recall being pressed up against a gentleman’s armpit on the tube home after a particularly rampant tea dance at Camden Palace. After breathing heavily of the fumes of Lynx or Blue Stratos or whatever it was, I proclaimed “We’ve only just met, but I feel I know you so well….” I don’t recall his reply (I think I’d OD’d on too many..erm…cucumber sandwiches at the tea dance)

Mamfer (realising that the copy of the Metro she’s just picked up was the one that the Victoria Line Wanker had been..using)

Posted about 1 year ago by Mamfer

I make a point of hanging back to offer pram-pushing mums a help with the stairs at tube stations, as too many are left stranded as the crowd surges past and away. I do this partly because I’ve had to take a pushchair on the tube and it’s no fun, and partly ‘cos young mums are hot and I’m turned on by the scent of baby sick and fabric softener. But lechery and perving aside, every able-bodied male under 60 should be obliged to offer their help in such situations. I also recently carried a pretty Asian lass’ suitcases to her Eurostar departure, though that act of chivalry backfired ‘cos I was only offering to help her up a staircase, she shot off ahead like I was a posh hotel porter.

Posted about 1 year ago by Mockernee

Not on the Northern line, on the Victoria line in fact, I had a bit of a funny turn, feeling dizzy and faint. I got off at the next stop and sat there for 10 minutes until I felt a bit more human, but of course as soon as I got back on the hot stuffy tube, I came over all funny again (fnar). By the time I’d gone one more stop, I couldn’t even see I felt so wrong, so I tried to shuffle off the train, vaguely wondering what would happen when I got to the edge… only a lovely young lady caught my arm and guided me off, sat me down on the platform then gave me her bottle of water, and very kindly informed me when I stopped being green. I only found out when we’d been there a few minutes that it wasn’t even her stop!

Posted about 1 year ago by Amerella

On my first day at work here, I had to go to Euston for a meeting. On the way back to the station, a shard of glass got kicked into my ankle (damn those first day casual-but-smart flip flops) and it would not stop bleeding. Now, I am not a fan of blood. Even typing it makes me want to go and have a lie down. So I’m sat on the tube going back to Old Street next to my boss, and the world is going a little greyer with every passing second. I kept repeating the mantra “do NOT faint on your boss first day at work” but when we got off the tube, I had to have a little sit down on the plaform bench. People’s looks of concern still stay with me, as does a stain on my shoes that will never come out.

Mamfer (not good in a transfusion crisis, I’m afraid)

Posted about 1 year ago by Mamfer

The whole carriage of a northern line train once sang happy birthday to me. That was nice, even if they did have to go ‘Happy Birthday Dear Dhrdhrrrrr’ due to not knowing my name.

Posted about 1 year ago by hev

Remembered this thread the other morning when an Aussie girl next to me leant forward, gently advising an older woman opposite that her earring was precariously close to working its way out of the hole.

Cue grateful smiles from older lady all the way to the next stop. And me grinning on the inside thinking of sharing the story on here. I also imagined earrings were probably a present, possibly from a fashion-conscious daughter (being the dangly sort I’d buy for my mum), thus doubling the appreciation felt by the lady in question.

Nothing worse than losing one special earring. Sigh.

Posted about 1 year ago by ZoZo

I had a lovely moment on the northern line a couple of months ago – I was coming up in the lift at Borough and made eye contact with a v cute guy. As I was walking out of the lift he ran after me and asked me if I’d like to go paddling in the Thames… sadly I had a very dull meeting to go to, but I have to say it made my week.

Posted about 1 year ago by kleesrosegarden

I was on a packed central line a few years ago when a very attractive and well turned out blonde stood right in front of me (I was seated). She was stood side on and the button of her blouse had come undone. I basically had a perfect side profile view of her very well shaped breast. I was getting off at the next stop and so I thought I’d tell her discreetly just as I was alighting. When the train stopped she too got off the train. I stopped her on the platform of Liverpool street and told her. She looked embarrassed but she also had a cheeky grin. She said thank you and I walked off. Then…. a moment of madness. I turned around and said “Very nice by the way!” She laughed and said thanks very much. It made my day and I told ALL the lads in the office. Scrub that. It made my week!

Posted about 1 year ago by Gulliver

think that’s the point. Ordinary people turn into complete cunts when commuting (me included on occasion, I’m ashamed to say)

Bystander apathy. The more people that are present then the more likely it is that everyone will do nothing, on the assumption that with that many people present then surely someone else will do something, negating your need to act.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bystander_effect

Only it wasn’t called the bystander effect when we were taught about it.

Posted about 1 year ago by AdrianCooper