Situation: sitting on the Central line tube from Tottenham Court Road, on my way home from Greek Dancing lessons.
A guy comes in the next stop after I get on, sits across from me, and starts eating his McDonalds fries.
Next stop, an old fella - in a tweed coat, umbrella round his wrist, brown pants - gets on and sits down next to McDonalds guy. He starts texting (one-fingered) and the train starts moving.
The old fella then starts looking at the guy eating McD's, then down to his phone, then back to McD's guy - with the most disgusted look on his face. Does a few grumpy man huffs for a minute or so, then the train arrives at the next station.
Old fella huffs, looks at McD's guy, gets up, and walks down to the next set of seats, where he sits back down.
The McD's guy and I catch eyes and share a bit of a chuckle.
Thanks grumpy old fella...
A guy comes in the next stop after I get on, sits across from me, and starts eating his McDonalds fries.
Next stop, an old fella - in a tweed coat, umbrella round his wrist, brown pants - gets on and sits down next to McDonalds guy. He starts texting (one-fingered) and the train starts moving.
The old fella then starts looking at the guy eating McD's, then down to his phone, then back to McD's guy - with the most disgusted look on his face. Does a few grumpy man huffs for a minute or so, then the train arrives at the next station.
Old fella huffs, looks at McD's guy, gets up, and walks down to the next set of seats, where he sits back down.
The McD's guy and I catch eyes and share a bit of a chuckle.
Thanks grumpy old fella...
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