tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619307.post-90279549956284184322008-03-10T12:42:00.003Z2008-03-10T12:58:31.081ZWe all know it but its always worth a mention when you get the typical cliched experience of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DONT</span> TALK TO ME on the tube.<br /><br />In the past couple of weeks I have been deliberately talking to people to see what reaction one gets. Now let me just say, I am long haired but usually smartly dressed in a suit or jeans and jacket so its not as though I come over like a nutter.<br /><br />The other morning the trains at Earls Court were all over the place and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">district</span> line was delayed (again). I said the the city type chap on the platform next to me something like. "What a load of rubbish this is again" He looked a fleetingly at me and then swiftly away when he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">realised</span> i was talking to him and completely ignored me!! He was English all right too. In fact its only the English that are that anally rude. Then there was a guy standing in the train next to where I was sitting and the unmistakable <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ring tone</span> of a blackberry sounded. He, I and another passenger fumbled for our phones and it was the other passengers ringing. I said to the guy standing next to me. "The old blackberry <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ring tone</span> trick". He looked terrified, horrified and confused. I thought he was going to vomit on me but he chose to ignore me and read his metro. The chick opposite smiled at this and I smiled back. Of course that only encouraged me to look at her again (as she was quite attractive) and then she knew I must be a perv nutter.<br /><br />Finally I was at West <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Brompton</span> station and when the train pulled in the old favourite was in operation. The doors opened and there I was confronted with a tall wide blokes back taking up all the doorway. I could see lots of room in the aisle so I said excuse me. He <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">didn't</span> move ONE cm so I lightly tapped him on the shoulder and again said excuse me. Nothing. I then barged him harder then necessary and moved into the aisle. When I looked back to see if he was going to hit me I could see that he was wearing an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">IPOD</span> and munching on a croissant or something. He <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">didn't</span> even look at me. I suppose that would had challenged his multitasking skills to the limit what with listening, eating and breathing.<br /><br />Try talking to strangers on the tube and let me know the reactions you get.Tube_Thumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930316934376723267noreply@blogger.com