Jack of Kent did:
It is a Saturday morning last June.
I am at a suburban train station seeing my friend off. The train doors begin to shut, and I step back, ready to wave.
To my left, with the corner of my eye, I see someone sprinting from the front of the train.
“That’s funny,” I thought, “people usually run for trains, not away from them”.
Read on.
Any of you been in a similar position?
