Heather Mills encountered a bit of a snag yesterday during her commute from her home in Hove to London. Struggling to manage her laptop, various bulging tote bags and her big, adorable sheepdog, Oliver, she boarded the 8:44 train from Brighton to London. She had no sooner settled into the first-class carriage, when the conductor informed her that, "You only have a standard-class ticket, madam." A bit flustered, Heather replied that the line had been too long at the ticket counter. Then she cheerfully asked the conductor to charge the additional fare to her credit card.
During the commute, Oliver made friends with the other occupants of the train car while Heather worked on her laptop and took some calls, including one from Sir Paul. Some fellow passengers couldn't help but overhear her conversation: "Hello darling . . . hope you didn't get in trouble parking outside the station . . . have a good day in the studio . . . see you later."
(kindly submitted by PLUGGED correspondent Joan M. Hopkins)
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