Blog 140: Train of Thought

I've decided to start writing about my favourite people on the train. Every time I go into London there's pretty much at least one person acting strangely, or looking out of place, or having a cartoon face that makes me want to draw them. But drawing people looks really suspicious so I'll have to write instead. They say a picture is worth a thousand words but I draw quite fast, and so I should be able to write about people in a lot less words.

The Bottle Lady
This lady had a bottle with an inbuilt straw, but the straw was broken. She kept trying to drink her water but she just couldn't.

GTA Man
He looked like the main character from GTA 4, but sleeping like a baby. He must have been up late, robbing banks and stealing cars from recently beaten policemen. Awww. Then he woke up and saw me watching him and I feared for my life.

Mr. Scoot

This guy wasn't technically on a train, but he made me laugh so much that I had to put him in somewhere, and he was still on my way into London so I figured it would count. And I make up the rules anyway, it's my blog, so Mr. Scoot is here to stay.

There's a bizarre trend in London of fully grown men using scooters to get to work. And obviously, I get that it's quicker and easier than walking, so I can see why they're doing it, but it still doesn't look right when you get 50 year old men in suits whiz zing past on a kid's toy. It's always funny. But Mr. Scoot was even funnier. As I was walking in, from around the corner, came Mr. Scoot, flinging around the bend and clearly not in control of his scooter. Narrowly avoiding pedestrians, Mr. Scoot tried to keep a calm expression on his face, but it didn't quite work. He'd lost control of his scooter. After nearly crashing into me, he was flung in the direction of the globe theatre. I don't know if he arrived safely at work that day. I get the feeling he probably got dead that day.