Public transport is really the most amazing invention in the world ever*. (*Probably not.) But it’s one of the best places to people watch, and eavesdrop on their conversations. I mean, not eavesdrop, I mean..
Nope, there’s no good way of saying that.
You guys remember that time I overheard some epic teenage wisdom? Yeah..that was highly enjoyable:
Boy 2: Driving’s so complicated though. You have to put your foot down-
Boy 1 (eager to display his knowledge): On the gas!
Boy 2 (patient, long-suffering): No, on the clutch pedal. And then you have to use the gear lever-
Boy 1: And the gas!
Boy 2: No – then it’s- [Having got confused, he switches to a different tack.] Manuals are so complicated though. You have to do it all again when you change to a different gear, and then as soon as you’ve done that you have to go up to a different gear, and then again, all the way up to sixth! No… [a world-weary sigh] I much prefer automatics.
Boy 1 (rather lost): Yeah…
London, you is lookin well fit init.
Last weekend I overheard more amazingness from the mouths of fellow travellers in this fine city.
I was on the train, and about to press Play on my iPod, when I decided to listen in to the loud phone conversation occurring in the seat behind me. The speaker is a guy who’s probably about 19. He’s a student, not a racist (yaysers), and has a few problems with his possible future father-in-law.