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To: TobagoJack who wrote (35977)	7/10/2003 9:57:22 PM
From: Box-By-The-Riviera™	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 74559

this thread needs yet a new name for the third time.. what do you think of boom bust cherries?

To: TobagoJack who wrote (35977)	7/11/2003 1:51:57 AM
From: pezz	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 74559

<< surrounded by chanting mob pouring on more fuel>> This is sucha classic ...I can't stand it. When it's over I wanna see the movie...8^) <<simply because too much is at stake, >> LOL ...You don't know what pressure is ! I'm facing either being a part time gentleman grass farmer and full time trout fisherman on the border of Yellowstone Park or pushin a shopping cart in LA...Try that one on for size!

To: TobagoJack who wrote (35977)	7/11/2003 3:13:40 AM
From: EL KABONG!!!	Respond to of 74559

Hi Jay, ...stake, surrounded by chanting mob pouring on more fuel. Hmmm... Sounds like an old Frankenstein movie... <g> KJC

To: TobagoJack who wrote (35977)	7/11/2003 3:44:29 AM
From: Maurice Winn	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 74559

Jay, the clueless guy in the elevator reminds me of a similar experience I had. On my first day of work at Britannic House in London, I got to the City Line at Waterloo Station from Woking and went down 'the drain' to get on the tube. Now, I'd lived in London a decade earlier and had seen plenty of underground lines. But on arriving at the platform, there were hundreds of people all facing to the right, wearing suits, [as was I]. It's the underground line that goes to the business district of London, so the uniform of suits was not a surprise. Now, everyone knows that trains pull into the platform, the doors open, people pile out, then everyone crowds in, pushing and shoving, like sardines, hoping to end up next to a gorgeous young French woman tourist. The crowd was about 4 deep, but they were all facing ALONG the platform. I was somewhat bewildered and got up to the back rank and sort of angled myself halfway towards the same direction, but knowing that the train would be pulling in on the rails. Well, sure enough, the train pulled in. The doors opened. There wasn't anyone getting off [being rush hour, everyone was heading for Bank station]. I thought we'd all walk in, but no. Everyone started walking along the platform to the right. So I sort of followed along. We went past one open door and another, and ended up going into the third door. It was queues formed parallel to the track. There were about 4 overlapping queues. Maybe 5. It was uncontaminated by the scummy immigrants from around the world who don't understand or comply with ye olde English etiquette. The queues were orderly and those who couldn't get on waited for the next train. It's tough to go against crowds. They often know something. Going against them means one had better be right. But staying in the queue could see one loaded onto a cattle car headed for Auschwitz instead of Bank. No wonder nervous neophytes turn only partly in the direction of the crowd. Over the next few months, I sometimes saw newbies try to jump the queue or cut through the lines. It happens that a lot of city types carry umbrellas, English weather being what it is. I learned that umbrellas are multifunctional appliances which can cause significant pain if applied in the right way and can be quite obstructive to people trying to cross them. Ah, the good old days. Mqurice PS: The 'tube' in Hong Kong fascinated me. The train being a great big, long, hollow pipe, with no doors. Looking along the inside, the front carriages disappear from view as they go around corners. Our new little train station and the few geriatric, grubby, second-hand carriages which run late are a pathetic joke. No wonder our GDP per capita is so lame. Actually, now that I think of it, there was an elevator [lift to we colonials] in a building I can't remember where, and we'd get in, but not turn and face outward again because the door on the other side would open. I wondered why everyone was facing the wrong way. After some cunning deductions, I realized there was a door behind me. Sure enough, it opened and I wasn't first out, contrary to my expectations when I got in. Tricks of the trade.