“I’m so gonna report you,” threatens the skinny girl, in that tone so annoying which I am sure even her parents will want to strangle her.
“Please, go ahead,” dares the middle age man.
“I am reporting you now. For touching a 17 years old girl,” the teenager repeats her warning. The ‘midager’ repeats the same encouragement. I am gritting my teeth. Furious at the situation. Furious at both of these Brits.
Oh for fuck sake. A teenage girl vs a middle age man. Over a foot on a seat. And police has to be involved? It is gonna be a long night. And tonight is a bloody chilly night.
At the next stop, Worthington, the teenager gets out and goes to see the train driver. The station master joins the driver, listening to her a-weird-old-man-touched-me story, I assume.
The ‘weird old man’ stands up after a while, realizing the train has been stalled for much longer than usual at the station.
“The train is stalled because of me,” he mumbles.
“I am sure you caused it,” I replied. I am boiling inside despite the chill air.
He walks to the door, telling the station master that he can get off the train and let the train continue its journey instead of making other passengers wait. A very considerate man indeed. But my eyes roll.
“Stay in the train,” I mutter with gritted teeth. “They will come and get you soon,”
“Will I be arrested and spend the night in police lock up?” the midager jokingly asks no one in particular. The lady sitting next to him who’s been pretending to be focusing on her phone screen looks up and says,
“Nah. You are not going to jail for that,” the woman says. I am sure she is happy he did the job that she always wanted to do but not daring enough. Like me 😉😉😉
A while later the station master comes into our coach, politely asks the midager the meddler to follow him.
“I will come with you,” I say, albeit reluctantly thinking of the long chilly night ahead involving the police. Oh fuck. Fuck. Another fuck. A run-in with the Spanish police in Pamplona 10 days earlier comes to mind. Only that this is a chilly evening in Worthing. It was a warm beautiful afternoon in Pamplona. Not to mention the four officers were so effing hunky hunky.
“No you stay. Go home. I’ll deal with it,” he says. The thought of warm duvet is very tempting.
“It’s your words against a seventeen-year-old girl,” I barked at him
“And am the star and only witness. I come with you.” The other only witness, the woman clearly prefers not to get involved. Three midagers vs a teenager. How ridiculous can it get. The two of us get off the train.
“The police are on their way,” the station master informs us…..
(to be continued…)
Not a Typical Malaysian lah : Diary of a Traveller 