Spotting on the Sandbach to Chester Railroad by wyleu

Apologies for regular viewers, Yesterday's picture of a set of strange lines, dots and stripes and a picture of a girl, a blackboard and a clown with easy listening music was a direct result of the cancellation of both the 7:23 & 8:23 from Crewe to Chester. 

Lack of stock was the excuse offered and as a result a considerable number of people gathered in the strange, new world of platform 11 to experience the gentle delights of the 8:48 Virgin service. 

As with all such moments of change people started to behave differently and the group of three lads who decided to smoke meant that other small groups got something to glare at. This act of rebellion prompted a certain level of sympathy in a friend of mine, who rather than join the self declared rebels, scuttled off to the front door of the station to express his support from there. Meanwhile others edged close enough so that the could cough in a rather stage like manner and then combine their post sputum ridden emotions with an increase in the angle of the eyebrows in as accusative look as they could muster.

Of course this impasse continued for the duration of the cigarettes and as no member of staff seemed to be forthcoming and none of the disapproving huddle dared pluck up the courage to say anything, we all waited eagerly for the next event. Sure enough they all finished within seconds of each other and proceeded to chuck the butts onto the track. Much agitation amongst the concerned crowd, but with a slight under-current of uncertainty. Is this a worse sin than the obviously forbidden sin of smoking or was this a natural result of offenders recognising the error of their ways and attempting to return to the fold?

The lads almost looked questioningly at their critics not so much in a threatening fashion, after all they had their nicotine fix combined with the delicious feeling of having got away with something and the jury considered their next move. A silence descended.

At which point, a woman emerged from an office with a cup of coffee, further down the platform, walked briskly to the edge of the platform without looking either up or down and chucked the dregs over the edge.

EVERYBODY glared at her, and that seemed to be the end of the event.