One of the last things I did in Holland before I left was to prepare to leave a train. For most people, this is one of the most beign things that could happen.
Not so with me.
You see, I was leaving Holland to move back to the UK in preparation for my new job. This meant I had a bit of luggage with me – a big purple bag weighing around 20kgs (44lbs), a small bag weighing around 15kgs (33lbs) and my hand luggage which weighed around 14 kgs (30lbs).
Now, you can picture me struggling to get out of my seat, drag all my bags, and these trains has a wee door that’s barely the width of my widening waistline – never mind my bulky kit. In trying to get through (with no help from anyone), my hand luggage – containing hard back books (the heaviest stuff) – fell off my shoulder and hit a woman who was sitting by the door – right on her left boob. That got to hurt. A lot.
I didn’t apologise. I was really struggling, and I did notice she was pretending not to see me so she didn’t have to open the door for me, which would have been a great help. So, in Kyle’s mind – serves you bloody right!