About ten years ago I was sitting in the “Quiet” carriage in First Class in Central Station Glasgow and there was a Cockney type guy on his phone, loud as fuck, talking utter bollocks to his equally cuntish pal. The train hadn’t moved yet so I sat there until it did. We hadn’t left the station but he continued talking. I got up walked over to him, tapped him on the shoulder. He looked around with a start.
me: this is a quiet carriage pal, if you think I am going to listen to you talking all the way to London you are seriously mistaken.
Him shocked, he looked at me and saw I wasn’t fucking joking. Is it too loud?
Me: I paid to not have to listen to people on their and lloud as fuck annoying everybody. phones
him: I will go to another carriage.
me: if you are going to be on your phone yes you should.
He got up and left. As I returned to my seat a old woman smiled at me and said thank you for doing that.
Job done. Selfish prick.