Julius Frank sat in his depot, waiting for the hands on the clock to tick over. Shortly he’d be driving the Reading to Waterloo train, and he was slightly upset as he’d had no breakfast. He was also upset because his week wasn’t going to plan. Everyone in the depot was a bit wary of Julius, he liked it most of the time, as he was a solitary soul; being a train driver suited him. But it was a bit annoying when he walked into the depot and the other drivers went quiet, no one even included him in the banter. For some reason they were all scared of him, expect the revenue staff, because he seemed to make their jobs that much easier. Even some of his regulars were scared of him, and it did make them very polite.
His week hadn’t been going well at all, only yesterday he’d been called into the office; his Driver Manager said to him “Julius, how many times do we have to tell you, we use the Revenue Staff to fine fare evaders, you must stop eating them! Whilst revenue is up on the Reading to Waterloo line, passenger numbers are down. At this point we may have to make some of the current Revenue staff redundant if you keep snacking on their workload”
As Julius left the office he heard his Driver Manager mutter “Who’s bright idea was it to give a bloody velociraptor a job here.”
The clock ticked over, and it was time to wander down to his specially adapted train. Having had no breakfast, he sincerely hoped that any fare evaders kept away so that he didn’t have to eat them. A disciplinary would not be a good thing, especially since he’d take a chunk out of his last union rep and Bob Crow had revoked his membership. Julius wondered how Mr Crow would taste as he climbed into the cab.