The Glasgow train from Queen St, Glasgow, to Bishopbriggs was very busy.
At the next stop a midget got on, an actual, proper wee dwarf midget with a Victoria Wines carry-oot bag.
It was quite busy on the train, there was no room for his bag on the seat beside him, and he was looking up at the overhead rack.
A Good Samaritan was kind enough to say "Would you like me to put that up for you mate?"
"Yes please" he said, and it was done.
But it wasn't up right and when the train moved, a half bottle of Vodka fell out the bag and smashed on the floor.
The midget stood up, his face red with rage, the inspector came along to see what was going on.
The inspector asked if it was his bag, The midget says "Aye...and I'm not happy!
A voice from the back of the carriage shouts out .....
kevinwilson
Pro 
that is terrible.
keep 'em coming!!
:-)