On the way to work today, they stopped the tube and changed the route midway.
We all got off the tube when we heard the muffled, barely audible, intercom message.
(As a general rule, always get off the tube even if you can’t hear the message.)
An older, slightly deaf lady had paused near the tube doorway, hesitating.
She asked me what the message said and I told her the train was going to Victoria.
She couldn’t hear me, and stepped forward a bit more.
“This tube isn’t going to Hammersmith anymore. It’s going to Victoria now”
Simultaneously, I was also vaguely waving my arms at her, to induce her to step forward and get off the carriage.
She still couldn’t understand and stepped forward a bit more, craning her neck to hear me.
Just at that moment, the tube doors closed, leaving her head firmly wedged in-between the doors.
A man near by leaped to help me prise the door open off the poor lady’s neck. (Which is hard!)
He comforted the stunned lady, saying the same thing happened to him too.
Who knew head-in-tube-door-wedges happened so often?
Bag – yes, Coat – yes, Arm – yes,