Vampires and Ladybirds.

Yesterday:

I managed to narrowly avoid a school party at Kentish Town, charging down the escalator to beat them, only to be met with another one at Kings Cross. They're everywhere. Like ants, invading, irritating. Urgh. Everytime I see those reflective jackets, my body goes into a strange panic. I'm repulsed by the sight of flourescent and probably somewhere deep down, a little jealous. I'm on my way to work, whilst they're on a school trip, all carefree and no responsibilities and.....................I could go on. Anyhoo, they were fairly well behaved and only marginally got in my way, so I guess I can forgive them their youth and general ignorance. *Sigh*
It's so strange though. if they were early years, I wouldn't have a problem, but as soon as I see children over the age of 5, I'm like get out of my way, I'm not paid to deal with you, so therefore you shouldn't be anywhere near me.

Oh, but that's not all. After I narrowly escaped sharing the tube with the mini lollipop ladies and gents (couldn't really liken the vests to anything else really), I crammed myself in against the door. I was practically fondling some woman's ass and on the other side was pressed up against this man so much, that when he bent down to retain his bag, I got a private lapdance. He literally ran his ass all down my side and back up again. Nice.
Now, I am of the English tradition of, give me my personal space, which I know is a useless thing to stand by, when you take the tin of sardines to work every day, but still.........I'd never had myself a private dancer before. Ha ha. Besides, I broke the personal space rule when I tried to get out and ended up scraping that woman's ass. So its all swings and roundabouts really.

But then, on my way home, again I'm shoved in against various tourists and workers, desperate to get home and out of the exaggerated tube heat, when I notce a little ladybird crawling on the ceiling of the carriage. It was one of those yellow ones that you can tell are a little bit evil. But once the movement had attracted me, I found it hard to look away. My eyes traced it's path, but then attracted me to something else. One of the male passangers two people ahead of me had two strange little marks on his neck, two almost bite marks........
Well, you can imagine what's running through my crazy head. A vampire, on the tube, in plain sight. He could probably wipe out this entire carriage without breaking a sweat. Ha ha. Kept me entertained until he got off anyway.
Then all I was left with was the guy that kept moving his hand on the pole. Our fingers touched and I did that immediate, I've been touched by a stranger thing. I yanked my hand away, disgusted, but then forced a smile when he apologised. Why is it that in books, to make contact with a stranger can lead to mystery, intrigue, a look, destiny and many other things. But in reality, it makes you go Ewwww, I don't know that person and he just touched me. Then to make matters worse, just before I was getting off, I accidentally caught his hand again, just to make me squirm all the way out of the tube station.

So, in closing, Vampires do exist, though I think they're in league with the evil ladybirds. And personal space should be respected. i. e. No private dances and no finger touching. Ewwwww.

Happy Brithday Dad.
Happy Wednesday the rest of you.
Helen
xxxxxxx