Failed public drinking

I'm afraid I've spent a significant chunk of time on SouthWest  Trains today yesterday with nothing but my phone and a notepad to keep me company. So there's rather more Blog output than usual.

For starters

Me: "Doom Bar?"
Trolley Man: "Nope. Tanglefoot?"
Me: "Cider?"
Trolley Man: holds up horrible looking fruit cider
Me: "Urgh. Gin and tonic?"

Trolley Man: holds up tiny tin of pre-mixed Gordon's - there is no obvious ice or slice in sight
Me: "OK. I'll have a Tanglefoot please."
Trolley Man: hands me a Tanglefoot. "Cash or card?" 
Me: waves phone
Trolley Man: frowns
Me: getting desperate "Card?"
Trolley Man: "I'm sorry sir. It's the weather sir."
Me: ?
Trolley Man: helpless shrug
Me: passes Tanglefoot I never wanted to drink anyway back
Trolley Man leaves
Me: "Well, that was a waste of time"
Passenger next to me: grunts