Tales from the Tube

Since i spend approx 2 hours of my day on public transport, i thought i'd write about fun things that happen on those oh so very exciting journeys.

So today i sat by this crazy old lady. There was a seat in between us- but as i sat down, with my ipod out she looked over at me. I mean very long stare kind of look. Now when people stare at me on public transport my reflex reaction is to not look at them at all in the hope that they'll stop.

Then she points to my ipod and says "wow, that's really nice. where did you get it from?" I ignore her, but she repeats this. I smile and say "Sorry i don't know, it was a present." She nods and mutters unintelligible words to herself. I think she was a bit... uhm, special.

Anyway i crank up the volume in the attempt to drown out her voice if she decides to speak to me again. She does, i hear her faint voice in the background of my music (Nirvana- smells like teen spirit, at this time). I pretend not to acknowledge her gazing and moving mouth. She then reaches over and gently yanks at my sleeve. At this very moment i discovered that i'm not much fond of strangers touching me on the tube. She asks me about how to get to Baker Street. I tell her it's the next stop. She doesn't seem to understand me. Thankfully it's the next stop, so when the tube stops i politely advice her to dismount. She does so, with another one of those awefully charming stares.

Bless her cotton socks. :)