A couple playing tonsil tennis, a home less man sucking every cheese crumb from his 5cm, grey nails. And a German woman's varicose veins pulsing as she exhales in exhaustion.
The homeless man now looks up a young woman's navy blue felt skirt as if he was looking for shelter. Lol.
Another woman's beige sweat patch is now in my face and a little toddler is screaming for no f****** reason.
The train is more packed now, on top of the cheese crisps I can smell wet dog and sour sandal feet. The homeless man gets up from the floor now, and squints to make out what it says on the tube map. He doesn't leave and neither does the wet dog smell. There's more people on the train now, all pressed up against each other and I feel bad for sitting down. Actually, no I don't, I've been standing for 5 hours my bum has lost all it's jelly, what am I to do in the doggy position now?
I can feel my top lip collecting sweat and now I'm worried that my back is going to start crying. Flipping great 'look' for an event and an interview aye.
An LV bag is pushed against a man's arse in denim, I wonder if he's taking that as a hint or not. The kissy kissy couple are still talking and breathing in each others eyelids, I just know if I was the woman I'd have hot breathe sticking my eye lashes together. Now the LV bag is in my face, dunno how I feel about that, and she's wearing a Pandora bracelet, I thought they were dead? Her legs finish in some Primark pumps with a belt embellishment, you know them old skool ones. I just know she works in central, probably at an all white office where she's crushing on a co-worker and will drown her secrets in wine tonight.
Who knows? I'm just another TFL customer waiting for my money back.
