travelling companions (i went away this weekend)
type 1# the fat bastard
decided to sit next to me even though there were plenty of available double seats. spent much of the journey oogling the topless page three girl in the sun without any shame and farting. trapped against the window, i put my headphones up to full volume and leant up against the wall as much as possible.

type 2# the eccentric old woman
"do you know what they called that in my day? they said that was making trousers, they said" source of much unwanted conversation.

type 3# the small child
worst place to find them is sitting behind you as being kicked in the back for three hours straight is horrendous. a strong contender for worst place is directly across the aisle where the small child will see you and find you a matter of concern. they will stare at you with chimpish intelligence as they writhe around in their dozing parent's arms particularly if you are eating.

type 4# the weirdo
this people worry me in particular as i tend to attract them. will sit nearby, stare moodily for a while then try to engage in conversation. often something along the lines of "been on holiday then?' 'no, im a student.' *beat* 'was it sunny there?'

this is not necessarily the case as i found this weekend. we came to our destination and the seemingly normal woman in front of me reached for her bag which happened to be in the luggage holder above my head giving me an eyeful of the thickest arm pit hair I HAVE EVER SEEN. words cannot describe. it could have been a beard if it had been on her face.

seven hours travel today. im all for the invention of teleports.
(ladyintheradiator, Tue 6 May 2008, 1:44, 1 reply)

If you look at a full grown woman, as in full grown hair
It's not odd or horrible. It's still a feminine woman. Just society had placed this need for no hairs on us for centuries....
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Tue 6 May 2008, 2:04, closed)