First he sits down, moments later his stomach joins him- no, not on another seat but on his lap.
In my defence, it was a long train ride with no stop changes and I forgot my kindle. So I was left with no choice but to share my thoughts- every single one. With you 🙂
“How old do they have to be before you offer your seat? I don’t want to offend anyone.”
“Why did I choose to scratch my ankle at precisely this moment? If I get up I’ll certainly lift what’s left of her mini skirt right up.”
“I hope he doesn’t fart. I’d rather inhale smoke than someone else’s fart smog.”
“Dandruff on his jacket, ugh!”
“I wonder if she’s happy. Does she like her job? Maybe her boss is harassing her. Then again maybe she’s willing.”*
“A Blackberry?! People still use those?”
“Is she pregnant? I love newborns!”
“I wonder if they’re married? To each other?”
“Candy Crush? All that twitching for a game of moving jelly beans about. Big baby.”
“Jubilee line extension- you almost expect to hit a bump as the train transitions from the new section of the tracks to the old. But it’s seamless and you’ll never know!”
“Lovely dress but I’m not convinced that the coral goes with your red shoes. And army green bag. Then again what do I know?”
“Poor woman, all that effort just to get up from her seat. She’s probably going home to cook for her brood too. Lord, please give her strength.”
“I hope this RSI pain isn’t due to
excessive dedicated use of my iPhone, it started in January. Funny coincidence?”
“I thought they said they now had wifi on the tubes. Someone definitely said.”
“There are so many people in employment. Just look at the crowded platforms.”
“City workers that wear trainers while dressed in skirt suits look so cool. Reminds me of Manhattan. Sadly no one ever invites me to a board meeting in the city. Or anywhere. So I won’t be able to partake in the fashion succès.”
“The Evening Standard. Must be the number one selling underground paper. Wrong Toks, it isn’t sold, it’s free. #justsaying.”
“Once upon a time only trendy people used white earphones.”
“I’ve never quite got the hang of a white jacket. It just seems so bare. Plus you have to be sooooo careful not to get dirt on it.”
“I could do with an iPad”. “Why Toks? Because the woman in the red jacket is reading from one?”
“Baker Street, yay! Only a gazillion more stops to go!”
“Woman in red jacket just sat next to me, she’s watching a movie!”
“I wonder if I can lip read. Hmm, she doesn’t seem to want to share”. Suck teeth.
“For all we know the man opposite me could be a paedophile. Or a collector of ladies fingers and toes, (he stores them in his freezer). He is wearing grey jogging bottoms and a grey hoodie. My question is why are you not dressed like the others? Look around what’s everyone wearing?’
“Cath Kidson, I love Cath Kidson. Reminds me of Mills & Boon stories. No, I have no idea why either”.
“So glad I seasoned the turkey before I left this morning.”
“Yowzers! Bright yellow trousers, you go girl! #confidencepersonified”
Three university students mosey into the carriage, chatting about their courses. “Oh to be young again! If I could go back in time, this is the moment I would march right up to my younger self and sit me down over a plate of macaroons- which I wouldn’t have discovered then. I would tell myself to stick with that business studies course which wasn’t compulsory, because I would be needing it later.”
Girl in yellow floral dress. “She’s pretty, a Caucasian version of my cousin Toyin”.
“There’s something mildly disconcerting about a man tying his cardigan around his waist. A pullover is fine but an unbuttoned cardigan that hangs down on either side like an A-line dress? Not cool.”
“No, no, no! You did not just pick up a newspaper from the bin? They are free and everywhere! Haba!!”
“Did someone say collagen? Why did you do that to yourself?” SMH.
Low battery, I’m staring daggers into the backs of everyone with a half or full battery symbol. Thank you for riding with me on my journey home 🙂
*Note to Women’s rights proponents:
I don’t mean she tolerates harassment, I mean she might be a willing party to a consensual relationship. Plus this is my blog. Filled with my thoughts. Random ones.