You Sir Are A Liar

Tonight I was working at the station next door, when a man approached the gateline with a push bike an a trailer the size of a shopping trolley.

I received a call off the CSA who told me that the man wanted to get on the train to Bromley by Bow, and after seeing the size of all the stuff he had I declined him entry.

He starts muttering about the staff at my own station always letting him travel with the stuff he has with him.

I wander up to the gentleman and ask him how many times he has travelled from GPS.

Apparently he travels from Great Portland Street most days, so I turned to him and asked if he is really sure about that and he tells me that yes he travels from there practically every day.

At this point and ask him if he is telling a small little teeny tiny lie.

"No I'm not and how dare you suggest such a thing" he replies angrily.
"Well sir, look at my face and tell me if you have seen me before as I certainly haven't ever seen you before" I replied
What's that got to do with you calling me a liar" he replies.
I looked at him and in a pondering sort of voice I tell him
"Hmmm let me think, considering I normally work at Great Portland Street and I only work here once in every six weeks, I think I would remember one of my so called regular customers from my own station, wouldn't you".

A pregnant pause, a mumble and he walks off muttering to himself.

"Bye"