Piccadilly Line, Sunday afternoon. I'm standing in the pram/luggage area bit. You know the bit.
Woman gets on with a pram. The opposite area has some luggage in. It's not busy, they seem fine. I stay as I am.
South Ken. Busy platform. A few seats vacate next to me as tube is pulling in.
The pram's going to have to move so obviously I WANT THAT MIDDLE SEAT because I don't want to sit next to someone until absolutely necessary. I make the dash.
Two women come out of nowhere. They obviously don't know the rule about no talking on the tube - they want to sit together. I have scuppered their plan.
I'm not a dick though. I start moving to my left. But then! Turns out a man wants to sit next to his wife and nabs the seat before I do.
I traverse to the last remaining seat while the two women smile and thank me. I break the no eye contact rule and smile my amusing acknowledgement, while secretly thinking that this is the BEST THING TO HAPPEN ON THE TUBE EVER. Can't wait until I get some 3G!
