On a train sitting in the Quiet Zone. Sitting next to the world’s most irritating woman who is yammering on her mobile about budget, basically trying to sound important and making it very obvious she works in the film industry. Avoiding eye contact with me so I can't point to the signs - even though she knows and has referred to it twice. Also sitting opposite a woman who thinks this is an appropriate environment to paint her nails. Three coats.
No other seats available. AIBU to hope a pigeon shits on them when they alight the Quiet Zone?