I find travelling on the Tube in London to be a really rivetting experience if you can subtly people-watch. I always wonder about people, where they are going, where they have been, how they feel or what they are doing. And occasionally, you see and wonder.
On Satuday, were returning from Embankment and rode on the Central line from Holborn. I sat down next to a young guy who was eating a large packet of macaroons (in various colours, FYI). For the sake of detail, he had strawberry blond shortish hair and was wearing a stripy green and black jumper and looked about 18. He had a black rucksack on his lap. Every so often, in fact quite frequently, he would lean across to another guy opposite and offer him the packet and the guy would take it and rhythmically devour it. It was rather like a machine. But they didn't talk to each other. The other guy had black skin, shortish afro hair with tinges of grey, a short beard tinged with grey, probably about 40ish. He wore a navy blue duffel, black trousers and boots. I thus assumed, due to the comfortable sharing of Macaroons, that they knew each other, but they didn't really seem to talk, there was just this constant leaning and offering of macaroons which was keenly taken up. The macaroons were quickly finished. After a minute of so's pause, the duffel-clad man, leaned forward, chortled and said, "Got any more of those biscuits?". Without a word, the green and striped clad boy rummaged in his black rucksack, digging deep, moving items to produce another huge packet of macaroons which he silently passed across to the guy. The guy opened them and then the steady-decimation of the macaroons continued. The young guy just starred down at his bag. I smiled across at the Macaroon-muncher and then it was time to alight at Liverpool Street. The macaroon-muncher also got up, without a word, clutching the packet of macaroons and got off the train. It continued on with that young guy bereft of macaroons. I was curious about the whole affair? Did they know each other or was it one of those occasions where you eat something on a train and someone jokes, "Can I have a chip?" (which always happens to me late at night when eating chips on a train. Incidentally, I usually smile and profer the chips -unless a total fruitcake who I think may be a bit crazy and may attack me for saying the wrong thing - and generally, the person smiles, takes a chip and then leaves me alone). Was it a case that the man was really hungry and asked for food? I don't know, but it's these little situations, ponderings, small dialogues and observations that make the tube in London a really interesting place to travel.
Over to you, what do you think the situation was? Have you ever observed little moments on trains and wondered?
On Satuday, were returning from Embankment and rode on the Central line from Holborn. I sat down next to a young guy who was eating a large packet of macaroons (in various colours, FYI). For the sake of detail, he had strawberry blond shortish hair and was wearing a stripy green and black jumper and looked about 18. He had a black rucksack on his lap. Every so often, in fact quite frequently, he would lean across to another guy opposite and offer him the packet and the guy would take it and rhythmically devour it. It was rather like a machine. But they didn't talk to each other. The other guy had black skin, shortish afro hair with tinges of grey, a short beard tinged with grey, probably about 40ish. He wore a navy blue duffel, black trousers and boots. I thus assumed, due to the comfortable sharing of Macaroons, that they knew each other, but they didn't really seem to talk, there was just this constant leaning and offering of macaroons which was keenly taken up. The macaroons were quickly finished. After a minute of so's pause, the duffel-clad man, leaned forward, chortled and said, "Got any more of those biscuits?". Without a word, the green and striped clad boy rummaged in his black rucksack, digging deep, moving items to produce another huge packet of macaroons which he silently passed across to the guy. The guy opened them and then the steady-decimation of the macaroons continued. The young guy just starred down at his bag. I smiled across at the Macaroon-muncher and then it was time to alight at Liverpool Street. The macaroon-muncher also got up, without a word, clutching the packet of macaroons and got off the train. It continued on with that young guy bereft of macaroons. I was curious about the whole affair? Did they know each other or was it one of those occasions where you eat something on a train and someone jokes, "Can I have a chip?" (which always happens to me late at night when eating chips on a train. Incidentally, I usually smile and profer the chips -unless a total fruitcake who I think may be a bit crazy and may attack me for saying the wrong thing - and generally, the person smiles, takes a chip and then leaves me alone). Was it a case that the man was really hungry and asked for food? I don't know, but it's these little situations, ponderings, small dialogues and observations that make the tube in London a really interesting place to travel.
Over to you, what do you think the situation was? Have you ever observed little moments on trains and wondered?
