Scene and heard

The young woman to my left was watching TV on her iPod. The 40-something woman to her left, long false nails gaudily patterned, was wearing an above-the-knee denim skirt which rode several inches higher as she sat, legs wide open. I was grateful to not be sitting opposite her. No man who was paid her any attention. A young woman across from and a little to my right nudged her boyfriend. She said something to him and nodded, amused, towards this oblivious or clueless woman. He awkwardly acknowledged before looking away.

A well fed man got on at Dekalb. “Sorry to disturb you Ladies and Gentlemen”’ Like hell he was sorry! I somehow knew what was coming next: “I’d like to sing some gospel for you.” This is when I usually fumble for my iPod, but the battery had died. He began: “Je-sus…” This usually rakes in the money, but somehow, he had the wrong audience this evening and left without a ‘contribution’.

Three pints of cider at a farewell drink were making concentration on my book a little more difficult than usual. They also somehow made the journey a little faster than usual. My bladder, however, was not fooled by the apparent aberration. Home at 8. Relief. Dinner. Talk with Susan. Blog.