Here is an artist's impression of how small I felt after being told off for not helping a very elderly woman struggling with a huge suitcase.
"Ye wouldne even lift your feet up, for an auld lady?" her husband bellowed at me.
I had been daydreaming, wondering if she was going to topple over. It was actually someone else's legs that were in the way, but I felt awful.
"He wouldne even lift his feet up," he boomed, to the whole carriage. "For an auld lady."
"Sorry" I squeaked, but it was too high-pitched and quiet for anyone to hear. It took me until lunchtime to return to normal size.
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