It's too cold outside to fly,

SO I took the train to France. When I came back from the toilet, I saw my seat with all the things I spread over it and I thought "If anyone walks past this seat and sees all this stuff, he must think that a (quite messy) grandma is sitting here." I didn't make a picture but on my seat where a big old red leather bag from the 1950s, a knitted beanie and gloves from light brown wool and, to make the impression complete, a ball of light pink wool and a half finished head band with the crochet hook pocking out of it. 
The only thing speaking against the grandma-suspicion was the shere amount of things lying on the seats. As people who spend a lot of times in trains know, old people tend to sit on their seats very rigid, holding the handle of their luggage and do not dare to take their coat off, always ready to jump right up when their destination is called out by the conductor.