Just myself and another guy in a carriage heading from the sticks into London. He was reading a newspaper, another read/unread paper next to him.
May I read one of your papers?
He looked at me in alarm and snatched the spare paper up. Didn't say a word, not even, No.
Next day making the return journey, the long delayed tube gave me time to realise I was on the wrong platform. Delay, rush hour, what was a fair few had become a crowded throng.
Nowt else for it, about face, excuse me, sorry, thank you, and nobody, not one soul made eye contact. As I cleared the platform, the crowd had thinned out enough to catch one guy's eye.
Do you do this every day? I asked
Yep
Ya ****in mad!
Yep
Mad?? Then again, after newspaper man and the floor staring zombies, my two sentence conversation may have been with only sane commuter.
May I read one of your papers?
He looked at me in alarm and snatched the spare paper up. Didn't say a word, not even, No.
Next day making the return journey, the long delayed tube gave me time to realise I was on the wrong platform. Delay, rush hour, what was a fair few had become a crowded throng.
Nowt else for it, about face, excuse me, sorry, thank you, and nobody, not one soul made eye contact. As I cleared the platform, the crowd had thinned out enough to catch one guy's eye.
Do you do this every day? I asked
Yep
Ya ****in mad!
Yep
Mad?? Then again, after newspaper man and the floor staring zombies, my two sentence conversation may have been with only sane commuter.

****.