Jones’s Troops

Circumstances variably labelled as a puncture, unexpected rain and some good advice, resulted in me taking my bike on a train for the first time ever.

Between Central and Redfern the old biddy opposite me snarled;

“Are you allowed to bring those on a train?”

“Dunno luv, whadyareckon?’

Silence. Gaze averted; suddenly she found the rail map very interesting.

It just goes to show there’s no upside in proffering unsolicited opinions, even if they’re posed as questions.