Two nights ago I went out after work for a very enjoyable pizza and glass of wine… and limoncello… It was still pretty early by the time I caught my train, around 9.30pm and it was busy, but not packed. A heavy-set middle-aged man sat down next to me. His suit was crumpled and his face ruddy and I would guess he’d also had a convivial evening. He clearly wanted to pretend otherwise though as he studiously stared at his open book, I think he even once managed to turn a page.
I wouldn’t have particularly noticed him except that he leaned very heavily against me. I fidgeted a few times and most of the time he straightened up and moved off my arm, but not always. I couldn’t tell if he was drunk or just a creep. Probably a bit of both.
Last night I worked a little late and got to the station about 7.30pm. I stood on the concourse looking up at the destination board. A woman and a man came and stood less than a meter in front of me. They were both a bit taller than me so it became quite difficult to see the board, but I wasn’t going to bother moving. Then the man leant across and kissed the woman seductively (at least I assume that’s what he thought it was – I thought it was gross) on the cheek. He then turned his cheek for her to kiss him. Clearly a ritual. Clearly a revolting and highly irritating ritual.
Apart from the fact that this was just yucky to watch, the fact that they did it so close to me when I was staring directly at them, well, staring at the board but they were in my line of vision, was peculiar. A minute passed and I saw him again lean in and slaver in her ear and kiss her cheek. Then he turned his cheek and she kissed him. Seriously – how can anyone maintain a relationship with such a preposterous irritating habit?!
The third time he did it he finally caught my eye – my eye that made no attempt to look away – and he did look a bit embarrassed. However, he had committed to their ritual so they finished it. I have no idea whether or not his embarrassment would have stopped further displays of… of yukiness… as fortunately my train had arrived and I could remove myself from the concourse.
This morning when I was standing on the platform a woman walked past me and stood about 3 meters further down the platform. I sensed she was looking at me and I did a mental check that all my clothes were done up and not caught up in socks or anything. She started to walk towards me and chuckled a little, saying, as she continued to walk back past me, “I don’t stand where you stand”. I had no idea I wasn’t invisible 😀