26.5.2009

JUST A LITTLE TRAIN SPOTTING.

 

 

 

    JUST A LITTLE TRAIN SPOTTING.

http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/farout.mp3
 

    Ben pulled the van up by the train station in it's car park area and while stationed he went round into the back of the van and opened up the large serving hatch while trying to avoid treading on the mountains of packets which were on the floor, as he was doing this he was muttering to himself, "Go on get out there and find some passing trade. Great one Sharon! Excuse me officer can I set up stall here? No try the car park. Thank you officer. Now look at this car park!" He shouted to end off the running sentence.

    Indeed look at this car park! It was one of those very busy ones which had all of about seven cars that used it daily!

    Still he thought to himself that it was his first day and he was entitled to take it easy.

    "Excuse me." A voice called out to him.

    Ben thought he heard something but after a quick scan around from the serving hatch he found nothing so he carried on putting all those packets on the floor back up onto the shelves from where they originally came.

    The mystery voice called out to him again, Excuse me! Could I please have a hamburger."

    He still couldn't see from where this voice was coming from and so decided to strike up a conversation in the hope that he could find the source, "A hamburger you say, okay one coming right up." It was then it dawned on him that he didn't have a first clue as to how you would cook a hamburger. So now trying to get out of it he said to the mystery voice "Are you sure you want a hamburger? After all they are not that good for you."
"My mum said that I can have one as a treat."

    "Oh," he replied as he looked over the serving hatch downwards to spy the little boy, the voice was no longer a mystery. The lad was dressed in a school uniform, grey in colour.

    Now with no other excuses left Ben decided to give the boy what he wanted, "Okay one hamburger it is!" He fetched one burger from the cold unit and spied of all things, this van has a toaster! So he decided to put the beef product in there!

    He could see from the corner of his eye this child giving him a quizzical look and not too long after came a question from him, "Um, mister, do you know how to cook burgers?" He was asking this while having one of his fingers wedged up his one side of his nasal passage.

    "Son this is the way I cook?em! If you know a better way, then please do show me," Ben replied in a high and mighty way to try and make this kid feel ashamed to ask.

    The child on the other hand knew better. "Okay I will show you! Oh by the way your toaster has caught alight.

    After eating humble pie and putting the little fat fire out and wrecking in the process the toaster, Ben watched as this small boy gave him step by step instructions on how to cook beef burgers and after about half an hour's worth of trying he had finally cooked this young man an edible one. The kid was grateful and so was he as they said goodbye to each other.

    Now the place fell awfully quiet as no soul could be found.

    "Great I have to pick the only London train station that happens to be as lively as a mortuary!" He should really learn to keep his mouth shut! Just then a high speed train came belting through at such force that it rocked the van causing all the packets and cans he had carefully placed back on the shelves cascading down upon him.

    Still, it gave him something to do along with a headache and many bruises to match the ones he received the other evening. After the fifth high speed train had reaped havoc with his dodgy shelves he decided to call it a day and drove home.

    Upon getting back to this tip called home and making his way cautiously around and under many scaffolding poles along with precariously placed planks of wood Ben finally made it upstairs to the only semi tidy place, his flat.

    As he opened the door he was hit by the most beautiful smell of a cooked dinner. Yes! It smelt oh how good as his stomach grumbled in an empty way.

    "Honey I'm home!" He called

    Out she came running from the dining area, "Ben you're back! How did it go?"

    He wished his enthusiasm for the day could match hers. "Okay, I managed to make zero money and stand by and watch an empty railway station all afternoon," he replied before changing the subject, "So what's for dinner?" He said as he rushed on into the dining room.

    Shaz followed after him "Um, dinner? I thought that you had already eaten so I just cooked for myself."

    But he could also see another plate!

    "And for Gordon."

    For Gordon? His brain screamed at him.

    "Hello luvvie! I was just finishing the washing up, how was your afternoon?"

    Ben could sense a little tension in Gordon?s voice, he must be feeling a little awkward at this moment. Now he was going to make the both of them feel worse! "Oh great, just wonderful. It has been a barrel of laughs since I arrived here. In fact I haven't stopped laughing since!" Sarcasm always reaps revenge, now to top it off, "And now I am going down to the local public house where they will go out of their way to prepare me a nice hot meal and a comforting word or two." It did it's job in stirring guilty feelings.

    "Ben stay here! I will cook you some beans on toast," Shaz came out with in an attempt to get her hard done by husband to calm down.

    Beans on toast? After they had been eating roast chicken! So much for guilty feelings? "You just don't get it do you? You can cook Gordon here a meal with your fancy new gas cooker, with your fancy new dinner service, in fact you would probably cook a meal for any one except your husband, the one you are supposed to love the most! When I used to be single and hang around the local coffee shop I used to be served with a nice meal and the hostess treated me with more warmth and love than you do now!" After saying this he headed on out and slammed the door.

    And that was that!

    Gordon was the first to speak into the awkward silence, "Oop's! Definitely not a happy chappie."

    Shaz was worried. Never in their five years of marriage had their relationship been this strained. "I know, do you think he will come back?"

    Gordon had to think of something to say so that he could throw a few comforting words over Sharron like a cosy warm fleece blanket over a cold soul. "Yes luvvy he will be back, after all where has he got to go except down the pub?"

    "Back home."

    So much for comfort Gordon thought as he saw the look of hurt mixed with concern for her husbands welfare.