Last evening I was sat on the train on the way home from work. I happened to be sat in one of the seats near the sliding doors which separate the carriages. Sitting here is a royal pain in the arse, as you constantly have to shut the door after people who have just walked through the door and not shut it.
Most Germans sat in these seats get annoyed at having to shut the door but never say anything to the offender. I normally do not say anything either, but last evening a lad in his twenties walked through twice without shutting the door. Without thinking about it I poked him in the stomach, probably a bit harder than what I should’ve done. He looked shocked and said something to me sharply in German which I didn’t understand as I was listening to music on my MP3 player. I replied in English and in a firm tone, “Shut that door Please”. Immediately he shut the door, lowered his head, and then walked off. I naturally thanked him in English. A result.
At this point I realised that all the other German passengers were looking at me. Some in amusement I suspect, and hopefully some with respect, for challenging the mannerless lout. Of course it could have just been because I had shouted loudly as I was wearing headphones, and they thought they had an English nutter on the train.
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