How I met a New Friend
I had just got on the train at Glasgow Queen Street after at the end of a long week, as usual the train was packed out with rush hour traffic; I was heading home to Dundee after working all week in Glasgow and was glad to be heading home. The train was noisy, I could hear the obligatory hen party at the back of the carriage and the chatter amongst the commuters heading home I had just got myself comfortable and the train was ready to depart when a man asked if I would move my bag so he could...