Lucy...

Why are some of my most entertainig moments happening on trains this week? I shared a moment with a stranger this morning. A funky fun twenty something stranger. Her name was Lucy (at least that was the name on her necklace). We were a few seats apart and on a diagonal. After most of the carriage emptied itself of the bustling workers at Town Hall, there sat between us two girls. There was the silence of an early morning except for their chatter about their respective weekends which revolved around the dilemmas that they had faced whilst shopping. "I bought so much junk... It was all on sale... The only jeans that are out at the moment are skinny ones... It's not fair!"

Lucy and I were looking at them, looked up and then sheepishly realised that we'd both been eavesdropping on these strangers. We smiled at each other, looked away; looked back and smiled at each other all over again. Both getting up at central, Lucy came alongside me and whispered conspiratorially:
(Lucy) "And to think, we used to be just like them once".
(me) "I know! Don't you wish you could go back to when skinny jeans were your biggest problem?"
>insert laughter from both of us<
(Lucy) "you have a great day"
(me) "yeah you too. bye"

Well i thought it was nice... how often do you have those moments with strangers in an often cynical and isolated world?

PS: from my vantage seat this morning I witnessed three guys give up their seats and two step aside - all for the girls. The girls smiled and accepted their offers. My faith in chivalry is being restored!